Prickly Darkness

The darkness can consume the heart

Slowly like a rose withering away

It stands in the corner breathing heavy

Until it runs out of patience

Asserting dominance over the ones who hold light

Within the darkness

Prickly vines grow

Reaching out to strike it's target

And strangle the ones not deemed worthy

They feel the prick of every vine touching their skin

And a strange fire sets them aflame

Until the pain is no longer just pain

But tilting on the edge of pleasure

Imprinted on the skin

Marks the moment

Where eternal becomes physical