Dark Blood


One Who Is Dark - Poem by Dark Blood

I love him, I hate him
Air of death, blade of agony
My senses fail me when he draws near
how to play a woman’s heart
Caring, but in pain himself
Lies, deception, torment
Am I the only one who is suffering?
Perhaps he suffers a great deal more.
His torment is my pleasure
His fire is the wind that lifts me up.
One born of darkness will die in darkness.
A word from his lips will silence me,
For it is my will to do his bidding.
Indeed this one who is dark,
May perhaps be my salvation.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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