Sunday, February 5, 2012

Enraptured By Hostility So Deadly

My love,
So poised in plague,
Damned by the rest
Of what's left of this world.
I crave her sight
As badly as she craves my flesh
But she is forced to settle
For the taste of glass.
Try to comprehend, she tortures me.
She drowns me in sorrows of
Love lost but in sight
Like an ex at a party
All over her new lover.
And though hope is a myth
I hold it with the care
And tenacity of a man
Holding his last breath
For a moment of redemption.
Death does not do us part
When death is another life.

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