Dark in the corners of my mind
Hidden by boxes and other debris
Locked behind the door I keep my secrets.
Calling from the darkness.
Secrets that fate has given to me.
Stumbling under the weight and the doubt that crushes me
Weakly I fight the demons who if unleashed would kill me
Slowly they would enjoy their task
They revel in my pain
My agony feeds them
Cruelly fate brings more demons to my door.
Sinister is the smile gracing the lips of fate
I know the razor lies behind the crimson
I kiss her still
The cuts sear deeper
The blood runs thickly down my throat
The kiss is my payment and my curse.
Still I long to feel the icy lips on mine
To smell the wisps of perfume dancing around her
And I know a new sin to hold
By invisible don 1/31/07
