...

I try not to think.

but he breathes within me,
I feel the rise and fall where my breath used to be,

I feel him brush against my heart,
 a bright red within a kingdom so dark

I try not to give in, 

But he seduces me,

I try in vain not to fall for the daedal dreams,

they swim in front of me like an ocean of purple mist, 

He beckons me to part my lips and taste freedom.

Forbidden as it may seem, the silver tempts me,  

I fall to my knees but he holds me up,

lets me crash into his arms instead,

a blue drop of dew rolls by,

and red velvet kisses it away,

I lay there trying to decide, maybe its not too late,

I push him away but he pulls me in,
in flashes of wine and orange we play,

I want to untangle my fingers but he tightens his grip,

the smooth silk against a bloodied mess,

but he doesn't complain,he turns on his charm instead,

I look into his eyes, entranced,

dark and mysterious, they welcome me,

the rush of blood to my head feels good,

but wait!, when did I fall down to the brown floor?

I question to know his name, 

as i feel the yellow of life fading away,

he comes closer and breathes into my hair,

'I am the angel of death' he says, 

I meet his gaze one last time,

and the colors begin to melt away,

I dissolve into my land of perfection,

deep within my shades of grey.