Dark, sensual, inviting; the night comes.
In the darkness I behold your face.
Our passions fuse and bind us tight.
Our love is like a wildfire,
spreading through dreams of my unconscious soul.
Dancing through pictures that never make perfect sense.
I need you like the air I breathe.
Without you I cannot survive.
Come Sleep, wrap me in your intoxicating darkness,
and carry me off into the land of night.
Only to dropp me off far too early, and arrive far too late.
Sleep why do you toy with me? I won't be your
whore again! Leave me now, and don't
come back... but wait...
For in the inky blackness of my dispair I will call.
An Angel Without Wings
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