Come Unto Me
Tonight, the air gives me a thrill
That courses through my warm blood.
The air is excitingly cold and crisp
In the presence of a dark night.
The essence of the thrill is unknown
Yet I know it spawns form the moon
Which reigns supreme all alone.
Yes I feel it riding in the air.
Tingles sprinting up and down my spine
Ahh! It arouses a mysterious feeling in me.
What it is I cannot name.
Feeling it? loving it; sensuous touch.
The Thrill tinged with Fear caresses
My flesh beneath my skin.
It is good, it makes me long
To merge into the darkness of Cold.
Realisation dawned upon my soul
That Cold have always excited me,
I desire it for this Thrill I never felt
In such extreme intensity before.
Reaching into nothingness, I crave
To meld into its dark mystery.
Unseemly tongues of happiness seeps out of me
In endless quantity in my unfocused laughter.
Coldness, come unto me?