Afton Fairchild
The passion we had haunts me every waking moment.
His fingers caressing me, searching
through the depths of my soul.
My Ears are crevices filled with thick unwanted silence.
My Eyes look into the darkness that consumes
the corners of my mind.
My Hands reach out and are exposed and
taunted by the emptiness.
I taste you gone.
Paris is where I first met my demise.
Dominated by a passion greater than I
I slowly descended into a darkness known by no other.
It enveloped my entire being.
Intoxicated with desire
My need to touch her
Lose myself in her scent.
Possess her .
Went beyond reason.
I know.
Torn by the look in her eyes
I knew that the darkness was coming.
Unraveled
