Would You Come To Know It Poem by Nyx C Styx

I know not if it be bliss
or some extravagant torture of the mind
That I have always dreamed nightly of thee
Had I been devil possessed at least
therein lies some mercy of exorcism
or some method by which I can extract
and rip you out of a soul your unknowing
hands have full mastery over
this mystery of thee and me
a sweet symphony of all the unnatural things

the conundrum of creation
or how this world was made to be
some greater force
out of curiotisty or intended doom
bind me find you
in this particle instant of time
as if the whole substance of the universe
and manifestation of time itself
was made
awaiting Eve and Adams fall from above
so that an earth be made where
angels and devils may finally meet
Mine and Thine
and my soul lies bound to the fleeting pulse
that beats within your chest
oh would you come to know it.