Embalm my thoughts.

Drain  the decaying matter, the blood,

all encompassing pain of being-

replace it with something fresh and dangerous.

Though even with the embalming

a form of life is being taken away-

decay has its own natural process

and is just as alive as any life.

Decay is eternal

so I suppose I can never really be rid of them.

May they take on new form

and regenerate into themselves.

Darkness is bound to me.

Shadows and I

belong together

in a blessed union.

As the sun falls

delicatley into the horizon

pink and cooling

like a soft kiss on a baby,

death envelopes

feeding off of life

and life off of death.

I am a child of death

having come from Him,

directly through His breath

into the womb of light.

Inside the mystery

I am afraid where the shadows are taking me

as they temporarily fade into black.

I know you are just a lift

of the astral viel away,

nothing above or below

but here and now.

Still, a touch is impossible.

As She begins to rise

and the first star creeps through,

I will reach for a hand to that light,

but casted black can not touch

any but another shadow.

Shadows, darkness, a kiss...

all lost in their own eyes-

mine.

I lay my head upon your chest

and you put all my fears to rest.

You run your fingers through my hair,

I think of all the old heart ache and just don't care.

You bring me to my safest place

so happiness is no more the endless chase.

While feeling needed and content because of you,

maybe all the suffering was worth going through.

I thought I would always wake up alone

until I found the kindness that you've shown.

 I wake up and realize its just your corpse stinking

only living in my world of wishful thinking.