Sunday 15 February 2015

When the light fades
And paints the earth black
I stand apart
Lost in thoughts of you
Darker than black
In the darkest of loneliness
I can hear the soul cry
Yet you may never

If you would
Know one thing
It is such , mine to bear
In the endless pain
Of knowing I should not
Of knowing i am supposedly dead
Yet i live

Those thoughts of you
Force the living as breath
The pain of longing as blood rushes in my veins
And the torment of absence
Like frostbite on my face

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