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By Daniel
The night falls with a silent sigh,
Soul less are we.
The salvation for which you lust
Flares once, then dies,
Smothered by the all-encompassing dark.
All hope must surely perish.
Your heart desires no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Lost souls surround us, crying,
Sanctuary.
Around,
All around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows
As the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It smites me,
And darkly my essence drips to the swirling dust
.
In numbness I call your name
While oblivion takes my unwilling hand.
Now alone, my soul falls upon bleeding eyes.
Her silken hair cascades over pale shoulders,
And her full crimson lips part slightly,
To taste the life
Streaming from the pale flesh beneath her skin.
Now a night of ecstasy,
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