The rain hits my skin like acid
Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance
What I need is waiting
Perfectly still
Exquisitely hard
Waiting for what I alone can give
Others have tried
Others have died in their futile attempt
My little biter
Is not to be tame for others
Still obeys my direction
Wearing black is not a statement
It’s a requirement
Nothing pure and innocent is going to transpire tonight
Gone is the time he had to run
Come to me
Tonight is fleeting
My desire is not!








The ink is dark, but screaming. I like it, Fia.
A fearsome statement. Full of fire.
Regards James
OMG! what an aperitif for dark pleasures to come, Fia xx