kitty the naughty poet

Me, myself and I

I smile

smile through the rush of darkness

that spreads thick dispair

passion laced with desire

runs and hides away

I cry

cry in the face of the shadows

stream down cheeks leaving stains

magic turns to ash all around

blacker than the night

I laugh

laugh at danger as it stabs its knife

sliding down through air

between my lungs and the flow of blood

that runs through my veins