Dark Circle

Dying to sleep

Sleeping to die

The circle of life


Serpent’s kiss

Slowly silently slithering

Whispering vague ruination’s

That hiss in one ear and slither out the other

Upon every lover

Here in the shimmering glittering light

Of your body rising and falling

With every flick of a forked tongue

Even moan, every gasp

Your soul in my grasp

As you swallow the young

And we move into the night

In unison with the rhythm of our dark imaginations

Until out of breath

And taken by the sweet little death