THE DARKNESS
It’s the darkness that attracts me, entices and distracts me
The scent is rich, debauched, depraved and slips beneath my skin
The dark allows me freedom; and escape from society
It’s in the darkness that I bathe amidst the debased seas of sin.
It’s the darkness that enshrines me, amongst the realms of vice
I’m cloaked in mystic lechery as I prey upon the weak
But the dark forgives my nature; for I have a heart of ice
And in this artic I’ll survive for it’s suffering that I seek.
Unto the darkness I return when all has gone awry
The dark is faithful, true and sure; my home, a sanctuary
When I return my blood runs cold yet I give a thankful sigh
For it’s the darkness that attracts me; and the dead, in this mortuary.
YOU ARE READING
COME CLOSER
PoetryThe Succubus prayer - Beware of the frail old lady that watches from her chair - and other poems of a supernatural/disturbing nature. Copyright by J E BENNETT 2014. All rights reserved.
