Wednesday, June 4, 2014

From fated love to us imbued
your fill in me, and mine in you.
And in our unclothed skin we feast
Our bloodlines flowing from the East.

I did not find for what I'd come
No loose ends tied, no setting sun.
Instead our love rose from the ash,
binding future to the past.

I let this festered pain in me
spiral out as ecstasy
It twisted through your shattered husk
and stole away my breath to dusk.

They say that when it's time to die, 
That time stands still and pain subsides.
to freeze the final moment when
your darkest hell sees light again.

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