Musk


Sitting here silently,
the darkness surrounds me.
Lonely and incomplete,
I cloak myself in musk so sweet.

The web is cold,as I descend.
Dreams of night without an end.
The darkness in my veins once more.
As I turn and close the door.

Another turn the chapters done.
Now it's time to have some fun.
The black inside is light compared,
With those who never cared.

In my blood it sings,
of all the worldly things.
Even on the brightest day,
In the darkest Shadows I lay.

All joy is dead,
He claimed as he fled.
But joy shall always be mine,
For I have the time.

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