Monday, 22 July 2013

SYNERGY



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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