Mayhem

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The ashen moon's color reminds me of your eyes

As dark skies paint a picture of what wasn't meant to be

I ache deeply for the moments that we secretly stole

Moments no one knew, moments I would never forget.


In solitude I found myself yearning for something,

Something lost in the rubble of the already broken walls

Your searing hand emanated a fire within that engulfed me in flames

It was a contrast to the coldness seeping through my thinning body.


My heart betrays the stoic façade I've relentlessly built

Crumbling ever so frailly in the softness of your touch

Time has never been kind to the likes of my kind –

Those who prey on the flesh of those living in fear.


My love, if providence played his part in this mayhem

I'm sorry if I dragged you with me at the hands of death

For a love that may as well never see the light of day,

I hope I loved you enough in my own selfish ways.

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