My love is shards of shattered glass.
They cut me as the nightmares pass
Through my embittered, burning brain.
Suppressed demons of memory rise…
My sanity fractures again.
The taste of darkness in my mouth
My cold eyes, thrown in sharp relief;
The recollections of the lies--
To keep you from drawing too near.
I need my drugs to ease the grief.
The needle stabs my inmost parts
A signifier, a small death
Of my unfeeling, broken heart.
The agony in every breath
Is caused by you, and you alone.
Your love breaks my façade of stone.
The blue-rimmed beauty of the moon
The deadly serenades of Night—
Th’unearthly radiance of your eyes—
The feel of Passion—yet unnamed
The beating of my wild heart
A burning passion, hot, untamed:
There is no way to set this right…
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