Last Goodbye

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An affable love stolen from my life by the angel of death. Will my misery ever end as my skies turn black as the abyss that is where my heart once was. My pain aggrandizes as every waking hour runs with the shadows of my loves life as I savor our last goodbye. I am haunted by an amorphous demon that drives me mad, reminding me of you. My world is shattered and in disarray as I crave for your aura to come comfort me. Your face will never leave me as I slowly die knowing I will never hear your laughter again. I try to throw out the contraband of the demon that will forever haunt me with the memories of our joy and how I will never feel it again. I write this with an erudite mind but a broken heart and lay it on your grave in hopes that you will see it, my dearest love. Every night I pray that I will see your gossamer figure in the doorway of the room we once shared. A last my heart aches with an inscrutable pain that not even god himself could alleviate. I infer that I will carry it for the rest of my days, for my insular heart will never know nor desire to know the love of another the way we loved, my dearest dearest love. This relentless agony further drives me mad as I savor our last goodbye in this, our house we once shared. It is as though the dark oak floor echo back my moans of pain with every step. The walls of stone scream back at me the wonderful memories we once shared as that painting dance on the wall like dark bats of spiritual torture. I let no sunlight in as it brings me no joy but the shadows that are cast by the curtains hide Azrael as he awaits the moment when the moans, screams and dances become too much for my shattered heart to bare. Relentless agony cripples me as I can not stand the devastation. I pray that as this house of our drives me closer to my lurid end, to the occult wing of of the skeletal angel that I may see you there in the world of the dead and that we can be reunited, but till then your beautiful voice will further linger in my head as echos of your laughter and our last goodbye then your final breath.

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