DARK SHADOW OF NIGHT (PT. 1)

by KILA

I’ve never given much thought to love and the love of death, never took that second look for what I had desired, like how I had desired them in my dreams. The feeling of wanting and being wanted, it’s the feeling that makes you psychotic like that moment when you first look at the moon and the dark shadow of night, and you know that they belonged together, like they were destined to be that way.

Sometimes I’ve thought about the obvious and just how peaceful it would be to forget about the fact that you even exist, but then it only makes me fall deeper into love’s hellfire drought, the temptation for the dehydration of lust.

To be continued . . .