Feeding The Black

My room is dark. Ignite a spark. Oblivious. Wickedness. No 
one within. Share the sin. So mystical, so unreal. Etching 
shadows. Left too shallow. Burnt fires. A true desire.
The candle cries, my demise. Conclusion. Disillusions. Feed
 the black, scars on my back. Graveyard of this wretched 
place. Darkness resides within my mind. Take me back to 
fall from grace. I lie in bed. Dreaming death. Corruption. 
Disruption. A perfect field, never concealed. Running, so 
stunning. Wicked lace, slide in place. The horror, my 
beauty. Pale white. Shallow light. Decompose, this withered
 rose. Rays of light try to break thru. Incandescence, pull
 me thru. Summoning the awakening of this luscious, pure 
angelica. Erase my past, feeding the black. Incompetent, 
frozen expressions. Illusive thoughts drain my sorrow. Test
 my strength, excessive solitude. This perfect widow, carry
 me to you. Your precious movement left so cold. A captive 
in your distress, feed your empty soul. Passion fulfilled, 
you become my mistress. Reality is not what to beg. This 
light reflects the shardless crystal. There's a crimson 
tide spawing over. This blackened form coming to life. Your
 empty air I breathe in. Vent my frustrations on every 
mistake. You shall fall into shadows of lust. Our persona 
dancing eternal nightmares.