In the dead of night you see me.
Watching you from above.
Looking down on your spirit.
Awaiting the right time to take it.
As you sleep sound and peaceful.
You look above your self,
You see me staring back at you and say nothing of it.
You allow this darkness of me to enter into your soul,
And consume every part of you until you and I are whole.
You feel and see this happen,
And yet you never fight me.
It makes me wonder if you ask for it or merily invited me.
So I step back and no longer take of your louccious spirit,
Until that day you decide that deep with in your soul,
You wanted me too.
Aimee Buchanan