my everlasting sorrow
draped about my shoulders
a cruel razor across my pale skin.
A compromise of trembling flesh
where crimson trickles from the wound
Blood mingling and merging with tears,
one flow indistinguishable from the other.
A smothered heart and gasping breaths
If love could die then I could live
But love endures at my expense
and passion stands immortal.
Against all reason, I long to resist a haunting futility.
A whispering bondage, an ever present pinprick
A quivering cloak...invisible, wrapped light about me
and at my feet, desire collected.
Relentlessly swimming in a magnificent pool of pain.
If there is no you, there is but a ghost of me.
The new day ensures my suffering.
It always will be so.
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