westid

she flies through my daydream like a dark arrow that can finesse so sublime right up and into her target. when she’s alone there is no doubt about it and nothing holds her back. sometimes she comes before the tempest, and as she moves stealth denies i’m even there – and i stand over her always the silent sentinel watching, but in her way she is the only one who is capable of watching me right back

even when i’m blue, she turns me red. it could be the peak of normality rendered for me to observe, then she comes and glides through so elegant. dressed as danger, all in black, my mind wanders off with her and i will imagine being scared to death of losing this woman, if she would ever take hold of me and give me a purpose just by being there for whatever she wants that i can guarantee will be provided in abundance – just because she wants it

as she gets down the mind flayer rages within me absolutely killing to get into her head. if she came alone things would be different, but i hold myself back because that’s not what she wants. not because it’s waiting round the corner for her like some kind of desperate experiment. y’know it would have been a fool’s guess that this is her game, but it’s too moronic and obvious … and that is definitely not her style. i watch her when she is out on her own and represents no one but herself, and with such class. follow very closely the time line slows down and meticulously she moves one step after the other, my mind is working overtime and that’s how i like to think while the world around is blind to her very demeanour

nobody sends her out into the dark, but darkness is given to the way she controls it when she walks determined and very hypnotic through their world. almost the same way i am a zombie while she does … i am one with the darkness too, if only she called on me, it would activate that line in my head that cuts deep, and i would quickly find myself letting her swoosh through all my instincts and natural defences. she is the night

bang. i look down at the blood starting to trickle down from the hole in my chest. getting it all over my hands, she swaggers on through. game over. shot dead in the heart by a ray of darkness… in, through, and beyond