I know what you are

but these lips that kiss you dare not accuse you

for if I condemned you,

your arms would never again hold me,

I could not rest my head on your heartbeat.

For if I accused you,

that heartbeat would stop as the world screamed for your blood;

those beautiful eyes, so deep, would close

and forever scar my fucked up mind.

Yes, I know what you are,

but I whisper your name as you make love to me

as I shall whisper your name when you end my life.

But for now,

please, for now let us forget the darkness

and just embrace me one more night;

tucked up next to you I sleep for the first

and last time in weeks.

If I can pretend,

just one more day,

just one more starlit night

that we are ordinary,

that I am not me and you are not you,

then I can tuck my head beneath your arm

and bestow light kisses upon your neck

for one last night of love.

And when the darkness consumes me,

you'll hold me tightly and weep for me,

even as you weep for your soul

stained from my murder.

I knew what you were

but I put it aside,

because I wanted to bring you back.

Your love was my undoing

but even in the void beyond the wall of life,

you will always be my Light.