This pain
That brought me
To this land
Cannot leave.
When it does,
I might die
When it disappears,
I will lose
These sweet words
That mop up
The bile
From the secret
Orifices of my brain
I will lose
These healing words
In constant,
Heated
Foreplay
With my heart
These tears
That wash
My soul out
And soak up
The night
With its overflow
Will dry up
When the pain leaves
I will die
It is madness
That haunts me
And pushes me
Deep
Into the dark abyss
Of bitter memories
At night
It is the hunger
To have it
With me
That draws me
Into blazing fire -
To the very edge
Of hell
I cannot
Stand
To lose
What feeds
My fingers
And
Lightens
My load
When she leaves
...
When this pain
Packs up
And leaves…
I will surely die.
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