Gothic winter and all things bad the scribbles on paper of the dreams i've had that question looms with anvil weight black is her heart and a love of hate
Magnetic attraction between polar spheres a wish of her wants denied all these years feelings fester a hint of gray dark conversion this is her way
A frostbitten soul buried deep in my chest steel ribcage and wire mesh an iron core a blackened heart my human side tears me apart
Pale almost fragile beauty hidden under wrap smooth black velvet hugs where I wish to a perfect embrace treated tenderly soft breath whisks me away to a dreamscape where all wonderful colors come together in envy of my dear black
