Feather light fingertips caressing your skin

Consuming and controlling from within

Butterfly kisses and sensual bliss

Darkness overriding what used to be this

Blinded sight and blinded mind

Tell a tale of old and lustful delight in time

To grab you in the night

Beautiful melancholy oh what a sight

Scratching and mindful tears up and down walls

Growling and groaning from within the halls

Never cease to stop out of fear

Because the shadows presence is already here