Indecisive

How can you ask for something so bright and burning? Like an amber of light beaming through the thick walls of darkness, a glimpse of copper that illuminates the dew and fingers, which stroke the skin that trembles ever so slowly in the lost breathe but gasping for release. It might have been selfish to conjure a thought that she might live to share his sorrow and pain, but the caress in her orbs in fine gold and glittering shell answered answered forward which caused a hand to let freer from isolation and Carry a body that fell limp and inked of death. Light has once again been devoured by the selfishness of desire, need, and command by darkness.... a darkness which didn't mean to become angered when she asked to leave.