Testo Gothic Winter

Gothic winter and all things bad
the scribbles on paper of the dreams i've had
that question looms with anvil weight
black is her heart and a love of hate

magnetic attraction between polar spheres
a wish of her wants denied all these years
feelings fester a hint of gray dark conversion this is her way

a frostbitten soul buried deep in my chest
steel ribcage and wire mesh
an iron core a blackened heart
my human side tears me apart

pale
almost fragile
beauty
hidden under wrap
smooth black velvet
hugs where I wish to
a perfect embrace treated tenderly
soft breath whisks me away to a dreamscape
where all wonderful colors
come together in envy
of my dear black