The sound of your voice reaches out to choke me, those eyes never so wild.
Your macabre demeanor so comforting-
A gallery of strife in a garden of dismay.
Lay me down-suffocate me.
String my heart on wire above your bed.
But let each pump reflect what you said.
Send my regards across the sea, for my eyes will never see thee.
A transit lover you will be unless you accompany me.
A love song-lost.
Locked in a castle basement- ball and chain heard only by the mice.
I’ll linger like smoke from a burnt out flame, disappearing with the wind.
Whisking away all that remains in a once bountiful garden.
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