Consumed by the Dark

In a dimly-lit corridor,  
a young boys      
dark angel stands    
before him, beckoning    
him, like a temptress,    
with arms wide    
open.    
     
Clothed in absolute    
vile, yet blessed    
with a frame that evokes    
images of a Greek    
Goddess, she's    
the hell-on-heels    
who takes    
as she pleases.    
     
     
Her eyes are      
the window to    
his soul, and    
her heart is the place    
where he takes refuge,    
oblivious to the fact    
that her motives are      
not sincere.      
     
     
He's tried to regret    
admiring her, yet    
he cannot seem to    
force himself to be    
that hypocritical,    
even in his own    
mind.    
     
So he decides to ignore    
this feeling, wiping her from    
his conscious memory,    
and denying any scope    
to influence his behavior,    
but all that does is make    
him even more tense and    
flustered, as if  he is    
constantly at war with    
himself, his true inclinations...    
    
There's no polarity,    
she is the bad that    
eradicates all good.    
     
All he ever wanted    
was to live inside    
her. To feed off the    
breasts that gives   
nourishment, and    
be comforted by her    
Gossamer Wings.    
     
She leads, he    
follows, they    
both walk with    
shadows.    
     
Choosing not to    
reminisce the pain    
of being torn by both worlds,    
he lingers behind as though he's    
some lost servant,    
in search of his rightful    
master.    
     
Upon arrival, she stops,    
turns, then swallows    
him with her warm embrace.    
     
"Welcome home, child."    
     
He dared to venture, and his    
helpless soul was preyed upon.    
Countless down, scores to go.    
     
The darkness strikes again.