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. 

Only certain speciesthrive in poor conditionsvivid with colorresilient in survivalwith large petal earsto provide shade andmagically bloom tusks the color of ivorywho hold onto memories and tailscherishing their youngwith their trunk handsothers playful in black and white stripes each...

sadness answers me from deep withina lone sacred voice...melancholyblue infused with lonelinesslooking for something beautiful through the chaosquiet and pure with the fascination of a childbut with wisdom of the learnedgently she instructs me urging me forwardsometimes she is...