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.