Dreams

Hold me in your arms before the light burns out its brilliance.
This heroin, this monster, Love, it doesn't loan resilience.
For when this demon closes his wings,
when the arrows start to fall,
his shielding fades and casts away
the lies in which we call.
With each solemn 'I love you'
I feel our needs have met.
For every time I kiss you it is as if black sun hath set.
The depths of hell in which I lie
holds dearly to my heart
the pain in which I'll suffer when my last breath shall depart.
The screams and cries, temptress, tell me
what is it that you've done?
My lover, gone, not shed and yet,
my torture has yet begun!