Dark Muse
02-24-2011, 02:23 AM
Stalker in the Night
Love in the night
is a razor's edge
which cuts through my mind
beneath in the influence of the moon's
watching eye,
that goddess of love craving affection.
It drives my thoughts
in senseless need
seeking obsession
as doubts like the deception
of shadows on the wall
begin taunting undulations.
Your face blazing before me
and I burn with a fire that keeps me warm
and yet I walk the fine line
on the edge of darkness
and I wonder if I can hear
the laughter of other women
in your sphere.
And from somewhere
in the unknown
a stalker of the night,
I wish I could watch
unrevealed your every
subtle move to catch
like the flutter of moth wings
every word you speak.
My love is wrapped
in predatory hunger
like the wolf on the hunt
scenting your trail
keeping you in my sights
because when the sun begins to disappear
my reason sinks with it,
and like the lycanthrope
I crave to devour
every breath you take.
Love in the night
is a razor's edge
which cuts through my mind
beneath in the influence of the moon's
watching eye,
that goddess of love craving affection.
It drives my thoughts
in senseless need
seeking obsession
as doubts like the deception
of shadows on the wall
begin taunting undulations.
Your face blazing before me
and I burn with a fire that keeps me warm
and yet I walk the fine line
on the edge of darkness
and I wonder if I can hear
the laughter of other women
in your sphere.
And from somewhere
in the unknown
a stalker of the night,
I wish I could watch
unrevealed your every
subtle move to catch
like the flutter of moth wings
every word you speak.
My love is wrapped
in predatory hunger
like the wolf on the hunt
scenting your trail
keeping you in my sights
because when the sun begins to disappear
my reason sinks with it,
and like the lycanthrope
I crave to devour
every breath you take.