Crepuscular

The faint aroma of sickness fills the room. I gaze into its dark eyes as the time shifts to three. My wings grow from my back as I metamorphosis into a majestic creature focused, locked on only the dark eyes, as I try to approach them I become weaker and weaker and recoil in pain but like a moth drawn to a flame, I can't resist, the satisfying pain I feel is all I know. The eyes stay hidden in a murky room for the beholder is malicious, but I am safe, this is where I belong, like an owl wide awake in the trees I'm only awake when the moon is shining. I am a creature who is relentless and won't stop coming with open arms, only to get damaged for my own egocentric cause, every time I back away from the eyes it feels as if I'm gaining more strength than before, only to return to them and be broken once more. I am like a broken record repeating the same unwise decision to try to conquer the eyes. I crave the unholy sense the demon puts out,my own insanity pulls away from me deep within my gut. I weaken silently as I attach my love to the eyes.
"It will always be you, my love" I say tiredly "I cannot keep becoming consumed by the magnificence of darkness from the creeper in the dark, I'm simply not tough enough anymore".