abyssia

so close i could almost smell him. smell the deep, warm, darkness that is my love. so close. then snatched away by that machine. the keeper. the warden. the janitor. oh the angel has fallen and the demon has risen and they were - they were beautiful. mocked and tormented by their own kind. stripped of their birthright - bones left bare - a painful reminder through the ages. one soul, once split, always seeking, always burning, always reaching.... and i could almost smell him.