The shrieks of your unearthly pain
will carry on forever
echoing, leaving scars and marks
on my silent, hollowed heart
as if life ends without you,
just like a spark
followed by a trail of smoke
percolating through the
dark blue colours
of the coldest, most persistent,
life-draining winter nightsky.
Now our blood is a thick mixture of
fire and brimestone..
Beloved one, I will embrace you
until burning layers of ash cover me
and I die, again
with you...
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