A poem I wrote.

  Touching the dark I move closer to youwicked indulgence, my craving for youa lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul, where you look deeplyand realize the demomess I amprovoking...

From living,  to memory,  to dust,  to forgotten.    My beloved, so many pictures, so pretty your grave, so sadly forgotten.    From heat of blushes, to the cold of death, to existing in memory only, to forgotten dust in the wind. 

I have these scars onto my chest.I feel hideous because of them.And so it disturbs my rest. I got them way long ago.When I fought my biggest foe.I often hide them,I despise them. Yet,they make me look unique.They call them my...