black smoke in the night

Like a fawn drawn to morning dew, I cannot escape the thought of you.

A sense of dismay fills the atmosphere, 

Drowning in the thought of tranquility no longer existing.

I didn’t notice until this evening;

You’re not you.

The smile of a thousand suns has been altered by the embrace of another.

Loneliness whispers through the air

Caged from the inside, burrowed deep down

Blood drenched fangs, grin at me through the darkness. 

A pretentious dalliance, destined for ferocity. 

Contemplating an elixir of normalcy

Indulging in self-induced misery.

Blithe neglect to the bitterness of your absence

Still, I ride on the flares of enchantment.

Holding the power in your veins 

I am a ploy in this game.