I only love you when the lights are out. I only love you when the lights are out, and you can't see my face. And our fingers can't reach possibly find me in the dark. Here, no one sees us. No one knows us. I can so easily disappear like the darkness you allow me to indulge in. And you? You still remain there where I last left you. In the same spot. The same face. The same hopeful look in your eyes. But my love? I only love when the lights are out and you can't see that my body bears no soul and my eyes don't shine when our bodies are joined. My lips make no sound as I find solace in your body.I love when the lights are out, and I can easily hide, and you won't cry after having to accept the fact there's no one there when you call out my name. I'm nothing but flesh and bones. Deteriorating. Disappearing.
But isn't that enough? I tell you to call out sometimes. To shout. Shout to me. Tell me how much you love me. Scream my name. Maybe it can reach me. Somewhere within the nooks and crannies of hell that I've crawled into.
Because my love, I'll only love you when the lights are out. When I can't see your face and come face to face with the fact you and my mother have something in common.You both are foolish enough to believe you can save broken men with empty bodies and lost souls.
And I'm none other than my father's son. A disaster in the making. Loathing my own existence, waiting the moment I show that I share a monster's blood.
But my love? I only love you when the lights are out. If I ever grow teeth to sink into your fragile body and tear out your supple flesh, maybe the darkness will save you, keep you out of my reach. When disaster comes and I turn into what he told me I'd become.
Please call out to me. Scream my name. Tell me how much you love me. Tell me how much you love me, if it ever pierces through and reaches me. if I ever hear you.
I only love you when the lights are out and we're nothing but touches and brief moments and you're not something important.