The sound of rain falling, dripping upon my open wounds.
The wind blowing coldly through my hair.
My mouth parched from the silence your lips left.
The moonless night, bats freely taking flight.
Solitude doesn't fear the night; a wolf never remains without a howl.
Today, the flesh won't bleed; the beasts are salivating.
The silver gleams, the fire that extinguished, the ashes no longer in place.
The steps I take lead to an illusion; nymphs await me to bathe.
I plunge into the cold water, where your warm fingers cannot reach me.
Night to contemplate, roses perfume my space.
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Dark Reveries and Other Reflections
PoetryIn 'Dark Reveries and Other Reflections,' the author delves into the depths of the human soul, exploring the darkest corners and most introspective recesses of the mind. With captivating and powerful poetic prose, each text in this book is an emotio...
