scrap it.

UNTITLED

The night falls with a silent sigh,
Cold and alone are we,
The salvation for which you lust,
Flares once,
Then dies,
Devoured by the abyss,
All hope must surely perish,
Your heart desires no more,
How could you abandon me?
Lost souls surround us,
Crying,
We have lost our light.

TO BE AS SHE

It is the night of sorrow,
A song of death,
Wolves vent their loneliness,
The beautiful one rises,
Mist shrouds her pale form,
A lurking desire,
Her midnight hair cascades over pale
and tragic shoulders,
And her full crimson lips part slighty,
To taste the life steaming from the pale
flesh beneath her,
Now a night of vitality,
I smile vaguely.

So,ok.scrap all that.I dont know what Im doing.