beckons the dark temptation~with the talented buddhakitty

 
my madness spoke in numbers
the ones leading to you
the odds of us finding each other are one in a million

your hunger whispered to my dark
and from there urgency conspired
I lust your danger and I felt your need,
it matched my own so intensely
I hide it well that you should call it to the surface is unnerving

victim of fate
you roll the dice with me
coming up all sixes
the numbers don't lie, babe
hunting shadows I devour your emptiness with my own

stars play the blues,
the moon sings songs
of dirt

the last mockingbird
has found his way
to hell

life...like watching
small children play
in the streets
unattended

the ending is obvious,
but we go on anyway
for that ghost of a ghost
of a ghost of a chance

infinitely bound by disgrace