I look deep into
The mirror
My reflection has changed
All I can see
Is his bloodied face
In the quiet of the night
I hear him
Whispering into my ear
His cold breath on my neck
He visits me
Every night
In my dreams
He is the ghost
That haunts me
He is the Love I lost
Returned from the grave
Still longing
For my soul
His once tender hands
Have turned to bone
And wrap around my neck
The tendrils of Death
Race through my veins
Turning them to ice
Maybe tonight
I will join him again
My heart beats slower
The blood within my veins
Refuse to move
I draw my last breath
And whisper the words
Take me with you
And all is quiet again...
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
