Your jaded touch, to his skin.
Wintered fingertips dance.
Like smoke, breathing the moment.
Consumed in the sweetest beauty.

His heart then, collapsed on the stairs.
And he bled the night, onto a path.
A hidden forest. Set in palest silver.
And her voice, intoxicating your ears.

With a song, of the death of the winter.

You roll into the back of your head.
And you drop to your knees.
Bitter is the blood where you have been scraped.
The concrete, dyed in a mess of crimson.

She is sadness, a scream among ecstasy.

Her breath consumes you.
And you are lost again.
Lost in everything you desire.
Everything you fear.
Given into the fast bleeding heart
She collapsed on the stair way.

And she dances with the stars.

You stare at her.

As she dies with you.

Slowly painting her with your pain.



Washing her away into the infinite sorrow.


Hidden inside of her.


Where nothing is ever found again.





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