Reflections on Chocolatey Goodness
by James Walkswithwind ~ Sept. 2000 (rated ohpleaseit'safriggingsonnet)
He is silent, still beside me in bed
Eyes yet left closed, though I knew he hears me
Such a pretty face to inspire dread
Doesn't explain why I still will not flee.
I would reach out to touch, hold back instead
Not sure if I would be granted mercy
Getting no help from voices in my head
Is it he or I who needs surety?
If I dared to, I would simply ask him
But fear of the answer keeps me quiet
I don't want to know the chances are slim
One wrong move, and the vampire'll buy it
But I cannot tear away from this boy
If he wants to break it, my heart's his toy