She was use to the comfort of darkness
Feeling its subtle whispers nipping at her ear
The Cheshire smile against her lips
Its grotesque claws scraping at her heart
Handing over control was simpler than intended
The sudden collapse of power
It was beautiful
It felt nice to feel wanted
Even if your lover
Was the emptiness that surrounds you
YOU ARE READING
"...beautiful dreams, and the Skeletons-!"
PoetryShort poetries about looking back on accomplishments and/or, understanding where they simply came from. [A compilation consisting of some dark themes.]
