She was the solace and she was the torment, there was no other place I would choose to be…
Category: memories
Crackling water and burbling fire…
The damp dries with fire… and the raw fear dries up spark…
In the quite noise,
Touched by abyss, for the fallen have rose
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
A reminder long lost,
What drifted was never given to keep. What remains was what hidden beneath.
Drenched in you and yours,
Of the fear to be empty, I still held the nail that punctured my heart. To have squeezed my heart Out to the last drop of blood I still could not extract the last piece of love That my heart holds for you...
Spent on your breath,
Left bare behind, left far behind...
A creaking heart,
A creak with every beat for every second that seems like an year
Inundate
To leave behind something powerful than reality.
Zephyr
A scent that is meshed in the breath remains even when sucked of air.
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