Love Poem: Darkest Night
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Written by: Clive Winslow

Darkest Night

In emptyness of this bed I feel the cold bite into my skin.
Curtains flow with the chilly breeze.
Turning in endless unrest  her spirt haunts me even in these moments.

As memories replay keeping me awake shadows
fill this moonlit room I see her form move across 
the to which just outta reach she does stay.
watching over me till the first light of day.


Darkest night you conceal that which I cannot say.
fragments of a soul erased  by day.
Apon the wind her scent still does exist.

In darkest night she does come to my side.
Taking life from me a drop at a time .
The wicked curse  she's a razor to any mans touch.

So willing to be loved yet unable to be close.
Eyes of red  she enchants.
Unable to fight her  nature.


Such a perfect wepon built to decive.
In darkness  she haunts my soul.
As I the willing victem do awake  her  embrace of agony.
Takig  more leaving me with ice water in my veins.

It's a nightmare of dreams  a vison 
without sight .
She is the the disease within the cure.
My brightest moment  on the darkst night.