Comfort In Darkness

Ascend in height
Towards translucent sky
Arching up above like a bow
Tying everything neatly together
You prepare to strike
Your pale fingers reaching
To feel a long lost one
Embrace their cold touch
Death becomes you dear
Engulfing you like flames
Warm; akin to a hug
Consuming you gently
Until the eyes flutter open
The madness melting away
Another breath taken

The darkness stolen by day.

 

Little Ginge x

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