Crave the Dark

Words escape my grasp

As I struggle free for air

Drowning in this static sameness

A Dragon trapped inside

His cavern lair

Only in this aching limbo

Do I truly see

Poor foolish moth am I

Drawn to the black light flame

Hungry for each maiden fair

Yearning to be pushed,

To be pulled

By the fatal desires

Of a self-destructive heart

Damned it seems I am

To always Crave the Dark...