I FEEL DEAD, WOULD YOU STEP INSIDE…ME…..
LIFT MY HEAD AS TEARS FALL IN, AS DARK
PUDDLES BEND….
HE FELL FOR ME, AND ONLY ME, WINGS AND
ALL, HE WAS MINE……
FEATHER STEPS TO MY SOUL, THE TRUMPET
AT MY FEET, ALL WAS SET INTO MOTION, THAT
WINTER’S TALE…..
UNHOLY FELL ON MY LIPS IN A SILENT
PRAYER…..
HE EBBS THROUGH ME, KISSING VEINS….
COULD HE FEEL DEATH IF I TASTED IT UPON MY
MOUTH?
WOULD HE SPREAD MY LEGS JUST TO FEEL LIFE,
TO JUST LET IT GATHER IN FOLDS OF OBEDIENCE?
MY SANITY LOST AS PICTURES WATCH ME….
IF I PART, HE WILL FIND HIS WAY BACK,
AS I AM HAUNTED BY HIM….
PoeticDarkness 
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