violencejack

I am the violent expression of me,
Wanting you to be

If the night were a goddess, she would have long black hair bejeweled with tiny diamond stars. Her skin would be the palest white, like the silvery glowing moon. Her eyes would be like pools of infinite shadow, the kind you could lose your soul in. She would walk the sky in silence, wearing darkness like a cloak, and when the sun reared its garish head, she would gather her cloak to her and come to my room and hide away with me.