ENCHANTED

Oblivion perfuming my senses,
Darkness alluring me into Her crevices,
Where all is silent except the rambling moonlight,
Where madness is not an illness but a consecration in disguise.

Awake with the my eyes shut tight,
I shiver as She creeps up my skin,
Till she becomes a part of me,
And I become a part of Hers.

Clutched in crushing embraces,
That numbs pain and alleviates the senses,
I exhale all that’s forged in me,
And let loose the stains that waited to be free.

My soul begs to detach,
But my limp body wont move.
She coos in my ears like my lover,
Unleashing all my insecurities, from all that I ever cowered.

She traces her fingers on my skin,
Opening new wounds that leave no scars,
I bleed all my defences,
Weakening as I watch.

My blood soaked clothes pull me down
And she smiles as she watches me fall.
Her cold lips press against my hand,
As I rise back into her arms,
Closer than ever, weaker than ever.