My eyes were diluted to ash against her bleak twilight. It filtered through her once flawless black - outlining my figure in proof of an everlasting obedience that I now questioned. These questions flooded the structure of my head as my night neglected me. Satisfaction was simple when I only needed her blackly cover  - but that was all corrupted the moment I had touched her. There is no sensation to my flesh, yet, the physical body that my own could collapse to created a need. I needed her.

The darkness that falls was no longer pleasing - causing my awe to stray. Tonight seemed cold as the moisture that fainted to the ground hardened it. It was too much effort as my claws tried to anchor into a more sealed posture. My weight gave in to a shift, fracturing the hardened vile that collected along the side that I now leaned against. The filth smothered the ground, ironically creating a makeshift shadow of my being in the night.

I could not justify the status of my will, I was nothing more than a deathly cascade that rested against the shadowy corners of where the earth took me. I no longer advocated the obsidious lures of her black. She left me to die everyday, but, the sound of it could make me out a mayrtr. I was everything but.

V E | I S

If you see a light at the end – it’s just the sun in your eyes.