Head pounding, Heart racing
Memories broken, he has to fight the urge
Red vision, complication
He needs to find a way
Back home
Sweat drips down her spine
He holds her to his chest again
Together forever or forever gone?
He cannot live without her touch
It's late at night and its time
For his squad to leave again
He wipes her tears away
With no regret
They hold each other
Forever and some more
He says, "Don't wait"
"I may not come home..."
And then she whispers,
"Never is never too late..."
Tears roll from her eyes
They only brought back his shield
Together forever or forever gone?
She cannot live without his touch
One night she cries all alone
The curtains at her windows blow
Eternally cold
He appears to her once again
Not even death's chill touch
Could keep them out of touch
Tears roll form their eyes
He holds her to his chest again
Together forever or forever gone?
She feels his unreal touch
It's late at night and its time
For her to cast out her pain
She wipes her tears away
With no regret
She cast herself from the ledge
Forever and some more
She says, "Don't wait"
"I am coming home..."
She hears him whisper,
"Never is never too late..."
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The Blackened Bible
PoesíaThe Blackened Bible is an autobiography using lyrics and poetry. This is the unabridged version, in which the narration has not been removed. "...Let it be known that this is a submersion, an adaptation of a corrupted mind to paper. Come. Read. Let...
