The Haunting of Sara-Leigh

His blackened spirit entered excited uninvited the sleep of my feverish dreams, trembling with desire deleriously on fire he fed his obsession as he took his posession, my projections the very attractions that drew him to me where yearnings of a broken heart, I imagined him as I wished you to be an imaginary lover yearning for me. I felt his darkeness, his sharpened probing presence pierce my golden thread, drinking, draining my spirits vitality. my soul, his violation as he desecrates it! to die! to die! I pray. my body aches as I awake abused, used and soulfully bruised What can I say to make you go away? (i think it still needs to be worked on, something to me does not feel quite right, so this is my first draft, be very critical, as i feel something is trying to come out in this piece, something dark, and i don't quite know if i have captured it fully yet)