The piercing darkness and stillness of the night. My only one true comfort.
Forever lost in mental transcripts of what once was. My soul is consumed by despair. The rose that was once alive, and belonged to you, is now withering with no redemption as you threw it on the cold ground, in reckless agony.
Completely entwined with anger, I will ask of you just this last time, to dance with me, to these sweet notes of hateful bliss. Become paralyzed, so that I may persuade you for the last time, without regret.
And let the words of mercy fill your ears, in tune with every step we take across the dance floor of pure seduction. If a smile could allow this moment to last an eternity, I would fake a thousand more.
For there is no feeling I would rather endure, than the one of being in your arms. I then awaken from this reverie, and understand the unfortunate reality, that you are nowhere in sight.
And I am left with the piercing darkness and stillness of the night. My only one true comfort.
