There is no love from the night.
I prayed.
Eyes wide closed and seeing.
Dark knight.
Cursed with blinding sight.
Wrath bleeds down his eyes.
'Kiss me with fierce tears,
thunder and light."
Blessed. I see flickers.
Raging chaos in the man
who does not rest.
Fury quiet,
and ashes uncontrolled.
Blind eyes blazing. While
bleeding loss of blood runs cold.
And I know
there is no love from the night.
Only rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
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I wanted to express the feelings of a submissive partner in an abusive relationship. However, feel free to share your own interpretations.
