Pale in the moonlight without the force of the gale yet to rise

I can see it when the sunlight sets in your eyes

the way you want nothing more than to end my life

You stare at me, waiting, hating the moment

Waiting for the moment to scratch through the surface

Hating all the things he had done wrong to you

"Not now, not ever" you tell yourself as you give away

into a twisted world of our bodies desires

"Let me" you plea as your body weight rises and falls

into a mirage of hidden pleasures

It's not what we want, yet we succumb to it.... into a blissful tragedy

Our breath mix into the the chilled air

and in that brief second, I feel what you have felt your entire life

the pain, the love and emptiness left behind when they depart

It's been years since that night,

I still wonder to this day what really happenned

In the heat, the rage, and blind lust

she left my soul to become what it is now, dust.

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