Walk through to the end,
as I've awakened Death again.
Silently, I try to start,
only to be ripped apart.
Slowly, I regain control,
only to see my soul is
Black
is the sensual cover
of the stalking night.
I'm enraptured by the vague,
unearthly delights.
Drawn toward the center, I see
a pulsating spot of life.
Living darkness tucked in a shadow,
concealing a waiting knife.
