White Demon Poem by Jilly Ann

If you're going to write a good story it's definitely good policy to never start from the beginning. Takes too long to get to the end. Middle gets a little redundant... so where to begin?
In the beginning and end there are some things we were never meant to have. I do wonder if the concept of happiness is actually rational.
The fleeting satisfaction that pleasure is. Leads us towards a shadow world that one cannot control.

We met as people do these days. Some common interest mixed with connection and the motivation to reach out. Always a simple excuse leads our prowess to step into that fire. Towards the flame one foot at a time with me now. Vanilla sky daydreams took me by surprise as I noticed behind me just one flickering shadow.

All day without regret that buzz has taunted me. That feeling of awakening. Rapture from a long dull. The draw of relentless imperfection found by unattainable means. The finding of that sacred link that each life replays to grasp.
Just another heat-stoke I'm sure.
Friends call, well wishes, big plans.
Still I cannot cure this fever.
Unattained pulls drawing so near.
All day still the buzz it haunts me
I am bound as I search and seek this twisted lusty phantom. Blinded by a white demons draw.
Being only who I am
Needing only what I must
Once more towards the unattainable.

As the story goes... She says... They say who cares
The question is the fix.
I saw your eyes flicker at my parting
In my dreams we walk a lovely silent secret deadly shadow whispers walk