Equinox

A nightmare, a dream, the hunter, the prey-
Can you feel him approach?
He never comes during the light of day,
But creeps in the dark like a cockroach...
But he appears like the night sky,
though he makes you shrink back-
he will make you run, then make you fly,
on the wings that you lack.
Woe!
He sees your look of fascination clearly.
He is the lion to your doe-
You hate him, but also love him dearly.
Can you feel him under your skin?
Running through your veins,
Drugging you, like heroin,
Like cocaine.
You see him in your mind-
drawn onto the lids of your eyes,
and when you couldn't see him, you pined.
Hoping he would hear your cries,
and come, so you could kill him and end it all.
But only after aquiring his taste in your mouth.
But his death would only make you fall...
His ashes on the wind going South...
Is this love, or rage?
Boring through your soul-
He holds you in his cage,
smiling at your loss of control-
and gasping at the loss of his own.