More Dark Poetry

[thirdeyeparable]

I have no titles for either of them.

Lost is the mind
entangled in its own maze.
Overwhelmed by dark alleys
lined with cold, dank brick.
Few and far between
the warm corridors filled with Light.
Finding every wall a stark
reminder of its own limitations.
Wandering through the alleys
catching glimpses of Light.
Forever lost without a name
insanity is no longer a game.

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Open your darkest eyes
to match my Being.
I break-down your walls
to find your core of Light.
Let me bite, chew and twist it
and mesh with my madness.
Your eyes - intoxicating
impregnation of torture
and pleasure rarely seen.
Your love for me only
matched by your loathing.
Yet enough of me
you can never get.
Dangerous, spiraling addiction
created solely from my
sorcerous insanity.
I look upon thee
through my blackest eyes
while crouched in darkness
feeling your monster
I had manifested.