Witching Hour

As bubbles caress my skin
Thoughts where darkness dwells
Jostling towards heat
Twisting and turning in his embrace
And pain becomes pleasure
Eerie emptiness sinking into horror
Intoxicating the bitter sweetness
Carving out the vision
To see beyond my shattered drapery
A tale that transcends death
A beauty in melancholy
Whispering to me tales of love
Engulfing my heart with a woolen glove
My body is nothing but a grave
Haunting me with memories
Like a dove in a cage waiting to break free
Nay holdeth mysteries
Like the wind whispering to the trees
Leaving the dead to the earth
And burying my sorrows
Inside the tomb where my love is found
And all that remains is a body
Crumbling beneath the sorrows
Marching towards never found happiness