Lies of the light

She is waiting.

Standing in the light, with the life force of your joint love wrapped tightly in her arms.

So you clean house, casting aside your excesses, your baggage, decluttering the mess dragged from your past.

Re-plastering and re-painting the blood soaked walls with bright whites, ridding yourself of the cobwebs and choking dust, cleaning away your sins, habits and obscenities.

Perfectly prepared for a new life.

Reformed.

Conformed.

Yet, your memories won't be still. Buried deep, beckoning tendrils, long fingers of immoral desire thread unadulterated. Contaminated blackened capillaries spreading the sickness that we share through your soul.

The brighter you shine the lies of the light, trying in desperation to ward away the demons, the more defined our shadow becomes.

Standing the in the darkness with the enticing deprivation of joint lust wrapped tightly in my arms.

I am waiting