grasping. 3rd Installment

"devoid"

I write better in the dark;
my pen unrestrained
by staunch lines and perfect spacing;
Much like how I live my life;
Swirling and twirling in the depths
of the unknown,
Comforted by the silky
obsidian reflections,
nurtured by the deep flesh
of the void fruit;
Many a day have I wasted
productive in the sunlight,
when all my hearts desires
are of the warmth of night's cloak.

grasping. 2nd installment

"Finger Hourglass"

Try to find the words
to say my minds perception,
but how can one without a rhyme
succeed in defining perfection?

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Why am I so afraid
of your offers packaged in
that devilish twinkle of your eye
and turned corners of an impish grin?

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You were my wish, granted.
True, I cried for your arrival;
so why now is it Fairy Tale,
I find my biggest rival?