He only showed up when the lights died… by the time morning rolled around, it was as if he had never even existed.
Standing on the brink of darkness,
A cigar hanging from his fingers,
boys will be boys.
That’s what they always say right?
Douse the lights, fingers entwined.
Falling from a height…
Can I call you mine?
Or is it too early for that?
Hidden behind a veil of cigar smoke,
putting your fingers around my neck.
Will I choke?
Or is this pain a passion, Blackout Lover…?
Why do you only show up when it gets dark?