Melt

Slowly, ever so, dark as gem,
The night falls down upon my face,
Its onyx bittersweet sharp liquid,
Gushes down my throat, like lace.

It traces lines across my neck,
And, then, spills down, towards my chest,
It slowly spreads across my ribs,
Until it forms a midnight vest.

It then melts, dark, across my stomach,
Night upon my frozen skin,
To then engulf my cold, bare back,
And find its way, there, deep within.

A waterfall of crystal twilight,
Spilling down, towards my feet,
It wraps itself around my arms,
And finds its way for them to meet.

Upon the floor and drenched in night,
I writhe in pain, burnt by the dawn,
I slowly shed my onyx skin,
As, once again, the day is born.