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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Oct 04 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.04.10.46.5954]] |
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You once showed me such tenderness, your touch, the burgundy velvet of rose petals. It has grown stale and course over the canyon of time, and cold gravel besets your naked palm. You frighten me more deeply than even eternal sleep, winter has cast a spell upon your soul. Ice glorifies your gaze with it's sweeping crystal solidarity, snow covers your flesh in a thick, freshly fallen, blanket. You once were the dream I read of and now I spend my nights awake reading the newly accomplished dreams of others and mourning my own loss. It's funny how death can come in so many forms, and this I think the cruelest of all, when instead of being captured by heaven you have reduced so low as to turn my world to a fiery hell. I have spoken so often to you of ending it all, of turning my body to ash around you, that blesses your hair, your reflection faceted in coldly polished marble, my name etched so carefully within. Is that what you wish?, for me to not exist behind this wall you have built, a wall forged of pain and unaccomplished fantasies. Was it really that long ago when you sat beside me in that pale hospital bed, your hand on mine, with all of the courage and will of life in your deeply set eyes. Or was it just another of my "wanting reveries", playing over and over again like a metaphorical drum in my head. I am so empty, more than you even think you know... |