The Lover Of The Dark

The Lover Of The Dark
-Miss A

It’s just that, I know what my preferences are,

Slowly, inescapably, I know, that what I choose, is war

And it’s an art, quite an archaic one, so profound

We who love the adrenaline, the energy, so confound

Like the words of some lady who in her song classified it

“We are creatures of the night. We ain’t, worth it”

And the fact dissolves in like sugar, oh my sugar,

The more it proves the stiffness of the reality

Is it tough? Living in the spaces you’d call a nightmare?

No sugar, it’s the piece of the most autistic state

So artistic, light seems like an extreme unstable state

 And irritated we wait for the dark to take power in

That’s where we breathe, comfortably, underneath

I know, I can’t be sincere to the light, no matter what

For the heart loves getting clouded and heavy

The thunderstorms tell you how powerful you are

The rain sweeps away all the disgust you have in

The space, the time, smells like spells, raises your dignity

Dream in the dark, live in the dark, fall in love with the dark

I would let you down slowly, I can’t deny; can’t you see it,

You can name it love; all I could see are cuffs and chains

Tying my soul completely, how could my senses feel it?

I ain’t a pretty household bird chirping waking you up

I am not. I can’t settle down and build a home so freely, I can’t.

‘Cause I am not a bird of the light, I am the fight of the night

Who hunts it’s will down, gets everything’, but can’t settle down.

I am misbehaving, disloyal, liar, sinner, and I see pride in it

I am fire, so cold would burn you down, yet pledge no guilt

Treacherous, but you describe me addictive, sweet and kind

Doesn’t it strike to you, what a perfect bait it is, one of a kind

I deny it all, ‘cause I know you would end up all miserable

I don’t want it, loving me is putting down your defiance

In trust, only to bear strikes. Brings down my own morality

Don’t bestow your head down; I ain’t that kindness for a lady,

For I’ve been living in the dark, enjoying my own company.

My heart won’t beat so easily for anyone,

But it races, as I swim in the long green grasses, moist of frost

Like a dark haired horse, shining so enchantingly

With some sober-sweet painful beat, hitting clashing my senses

Strings of violin and soft fingertip touches of piano, the vibe

Reaching the nerves, until it gives goose bumps, keep running

I am in love with the liveliness, love with my joy

Love with myself, love with this stage, so undiscovered it rages

How could I love your presence, telling me to know those facts together?

No, I want it all for myself. Yes; I’ve been selfish, I will be again, sugar.

When the voileta paints me, I wish to endure it myself, sugar.

You wish to know me, you haven’t crossed a single mile step

 Makes me realize what kind of a dangerous woman I have been

Could hurt me burying you down, but I know I would do it,

Myself, peacefully, getting satisfied on every bit of your burial

So dark, I am the lover of the mist, melts with the presence of light

It’s just too sadistic; the sun has to rise every day, no matter what

Makes me wait to catch the coldness of the night again

Irritates, damaging my credibility, giving hopeless hopes

Of things I can’t be. More preferably, don’t wanna be.

Thankfully, all those persuasion isn’t enough.

Where all this brightness fades, is where I built my shelter

Correct he did quote- “Men like us, couldn’t be loved.”

‘Cause every breathe I take in of the dusky night

I feel with my eyes closed, the quality I gave to my existence’s touch.

Yet you believe you can own me, I would smile back

Hoping you could see, what I hold for you, the putrid sympathy.

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