Knight

Gently, the black knight took my hand,
palms touching palms,
fingertips brushing fingertips,
in this ecstasy of human contact.
"Come, dance with me, my darling."
His hands at my waist,
my body trying,
oh so trying, to push the black knight of my pain,
away.
His feet shuffled along the floor,
grasping tightly to my waist,
pulling me along with him in this dance
i knew i would lose.
His lips pulled up into a hideous grin,
all the skin pulling upwards
to reveal the black hole
i had made within myself,
when i let him inside me, to control me.
I sobbed, tried to pull away,
from this thing that pulled me closer
to itself.
This thing that had complete and utter control over me
was holding me closer,
dearer to itself,
than even a psychotic lover
trying to make himself one with death ever could.
Dragging me nearer,
I can do nothing but let him have his way,
let him kiss me with that black hole of pain,
that sadly ironic hole of nothingness.
A kiss never felt so much like losing my soul.