Shadow of the Knight

Never a White Knight,

Much rather, a demon's shadow. 

     You will never rescue me, 

Or come to my window, 

  Or understand the tears that keep my heart light by crying mascara clear. 

The dark in me, once hollow, has reared, and is a hell of a Shell.  

    The air and sunsetting are ever temporate to the ways I have loved you and always will.  Needing to say adeu 

     To you, 

And having ever tried; 

  This hour a bit more different,
and these eyes, more many times died,
     means simply, 

I have a different resilience this time... 

  And loving them, has helped me, to poison the umbellical chord between you and I, that keep this pull a go.  

Nay, it was not because they have loved me better; rather because, they, like you, all had the jaws of a snake. 

     If anything matters 

         Anymore, or ever- 

I could not tell you. 

     All I know instead, is how the fire has forged me, taking with it, even my sanity at times. 

     The fire does this,
                not? 

The Dream.

I loved you far, into a walking distance, of realm and oblivion. 

You stayed, merely, walking circles, on flat planes. 

I offered you my wings; and you tore them in disdain. 

Little boy so dead, love in the smallest of things, and I know you do, 

And I know you keep quiet about it. 

I love you. 

I have for a long while now, hand in the fire of your disregard to burn. 

Angel turned deeply in; you force me in, to know the pain you have concealed a remote to. 

I dreamt you held me, while I, on top of you. I kissed you where you pressed back into lips you have felt, and I could feel the doubt there too, in that space, 

In my mind, between us two. 

    you looked into my eyes.

 And I could feel your lips,

 there, In dream of flesh and allure. 

I looked back into you, examining the doubt in my fear over you kissing me back. I didn't know then... 

That I was dreaming. 

And probably, 

Just saying 

"goodbye".