Dancing With Darkness

Why do I bother,
A question well known,
A question asked many of times
A question you'll never answer

Whats the point, you ask,
The point is nothing,
Nothing, I'm going crazy.
Lets slide around the darkness.

Blinding darkness,
Flowing ever so lightly
Around me, around everything.
Everything and nothing.

Dance to the rhythm,
The beat, the flow,
OF your heart and darkness.
Combining, into one.

Toy with me, my love,
pull my strings, poke and pinch,
whats your definition of alone?
Twist and turn to the rhythm

Why do I bother?
A question well known,
A question asked many times,
A question I found an answer to.

I bother for the rhythm,
The beat, the flow,
Of my heart and darkness,
Combining into one.

I bother for the darkness,
That flows ever so lightly,
Around my fragile body,
Kissing me so softly.

It's kisses so sweet,
Mesmerizing, delicate.
Hateful and passionate.
Twist and turn to the rhythm

The point is my definition,
Alone, within myself,
Dancing with darkness,
Poking, pinching, Kissing.

I'm going crazy.

-Random..