~Black Love~

Black Love.

I endure your everlasting pain,
that marks my blackened soul.
I now no longer desire the light against my skin warming me in pleasure.
I need the darkness with its coldness and lingering touch.
I crave what you give in love,
although I can not see you clearly in the darkness we share.

I long to be one with you.
To feel the mist of despair in all its fullfiliment.
The stench of death will be my roses in bloom.
You will be their thorns.

Together we will grow in painful passion,
like lovers intertwined in disease and agony.
You are my pain; you are what makes me complete.
I will be who ever you need; whom you long for,
just to be one with you in eternal black love.