Your darkness Comes as natural, as the erosion atop your skull. Your form, wicked and tasteful, Graceful, in where it steps Between a noose made of your strands. The smoothness Above your brow, Where a halo is lacking Holds a temple in your isolation. I am stilled, by your empire Of purest loneliness. Of your darkness, There is disbelief, in your grief. I am washed, upon this shore, from that ocean Where your tears hung loosely from the watchful moon. Let your strands come down Into my mouth, Where my lips have remained burned By your kiss. Love leaks puddles, Dried by blood, Marveled in a flood Of something thicker than a swarm of tears, A swarm of fears. You hang there Even, in your growing pangs. Like two isolated birds, away from nest and egg, We are mirthful, only of our insanity. We laugh upon each other's newly-formed graves, We travel towards the end of the Earth, Wanting to leap. Beauty is a beast, A destroyer and a feast, A lover grown wild, A man and a woman Becoming the child.