As Baudelaire

She faces me
After the fall of darkness
In gloomy room,
Walled off by windows arches.

Oh loneliness!My Muse.
I'm a willing slave to you.
My desperation is your food,
Dark angel of corrupted heavens.

I fear no emptiness...
We meet so often,
That we by now sisters,
If not more.

The absence, darkness,separation
- feelings.
She senses it
When spoken to by me.

Related souls.
We need no language...
And sounds hardly ever.
Her mouth- numb,
And faded- swollen
By ages of misunderstanding.

Her face and eyes
They are my mirror image.
We are united by illusive ties
Of the reflection.

Clear, cold , and empty
In itself.
Empowered, oh give me power
To not turn you
With beating of the twelve.