By .... a phantom's voice .....
Date: 9 March 2001
ACHE
Ache
the ache in my soul
an open wound
piece torn from my heart,
held just out of reach
that which I need to live,
kept in front of my eyes
but denied to my body,
depriving my senses
leaving darkness
on the periphery
of my vision,
a taste
on the tip of my tongue,
a scent of vanilla
I can't place,
a sound of breathing
I turn but see nothing,
a touch of skin on skin
but I'm empty handed,
my senses denied
I know longer know what is real,
late into the night
my heart falls into the abyss
waiting to be pulled in from the cold...
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