Pitch Noir

She sighs and flips off the light
Knowing how I adore the dark
This luxury of shadows
The seduction of her secret smile

Images flash like strobes
Fleeting faces, accusations
Friends betrayed or left for dead
Lies told with the pillow talk
Blood stains on the bed

I can see her silhouette above me
Looming as she rides and grinds
Her pillow pressed firmly to my face
As I fire that final shot
Farewell, my lovely,
My black angel to the core.