The Light of her soul is a golden aura I dare not touch.

It burns.

Illuminates.

Disintegrates.

Devils like me

Slink through the night

The darkness of my soul

Wraps around me like a cloak,

Embracing me.

I am my own vampire

Bleeding myself dry

To fuel the dark desires of my cold, dead, blackened heart.

How could an angel of light

Like her

Love a demon of darkness

Like me?

~Jay S. September 2022

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