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OLD COLD BEAUTY




Should I go back to that embrace and coldness that once pervaded me, engulfing the corners of my mind and of my broken heart? 

I miss that imprisoning embrace of yours, though I dread your encounter for I might fall in love with you again. 

Yes, I might fall in love with our tears which flowed in torrents leaving me drained with bits of my heart burnt, broken and scattered as I lied in the bed of your torment.

I left you despite your sadness, despite your loyalty of standing next to me in my darkest hours, despite of everything,

for your thorns cut me so deep I could barely breathe, yet still I loved you, I still longed for you, to be with me, both of us, surrounded in our own darkness. 

My moon wails, scattering the rain on me as I whisper your name... and you came, you kissed my tears and squeezed my heart as you sang your melancholy on me making reality and pain real for the suffering of the heart is more permanent and always present. 

I miss you, I miss your darkness, I miss our music that snatches our souls and bathes it in torrents of tears and lament.

Yes, I miss you.

Where is that stare of yours, those eyes that beheld me and all? You whispered goodbye, or was it me? 

I admired you, at candle light you spoke to the stars, at candle light you rested your hand on mine as the the haze of the smoke smothered the air, glass of red almost empty, begging to be refilled. 

Drown me in you, stop my heart and make it ashes and toss it into oblivion for I desire nothing from this earthly prison they call world, hold me tight in your embrace and take me to your realm of forgetfulness, take me there vanish me for ever


by jrqc


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