How she entices you with a broken promise.
How she lures you with a mistaken beauty.
She is an unmeasurable force, begging for the lost to succumb to her desires.
Yet I , being one that seemed to crave, know only of the terror she emits.
As blood poured from my wrist and tears flooded my eyes, I saw her face.
She kissed my lips ever so gently, as if to welcome me into a world of eternity, and gazed into my soul.
For in that moment, that brief instance of time, I was in the eye of the storm.
An overwhelming calm entered my heart, and I was ready to take her hand.
Ready to extinguish all existence of the misery my life held.
Softly the clouds began to whisper my name, and like that, the darkness enthralled me.
In all honesty, I don't quite remember how I survived, but I'm thankful I did.
Perhaps she let go, or maybe just realized I'm not what she wanted, either way here I am.
Not dead, but not quite alive anymore either.
I've seen into her eyes and I know there's no forgetting.
She shall forever remain my dark mistress and I her forbidden love.
And together we shall be something but yet nothing at all.
Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer
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