A Love Poem From The Arsonist...

A villanelle I tossed together for my creative writing class tomorrow while in my computer class. Realized after I wrote it that it fits TheArsonist perfectly... Excuse the awfulness. Poetry isn't my first language.

I am that which you always miss,

Pulling you down into the depths.

Nothing can save you from my kiss.

You try to run, you try to hide

You cry. You scream. You fail to see,

I am that which you always miss.

 When you're alone and in the dark,

I am the whisper in your heart.

Nothing can save you from my kiss.

I tell you things you hate to hear.

I sow temptation in your mind.

I am that which you always miss.

You squirm at thoughts that are your own.

You cannot stand that I'm your soul.

Nothing can save you from my kiss.

I am desire for all black things.

You can't escape your deepest self.

I am that which you always miss.

Nothing can save you from my kiss.