My shattered heart bleeds softly in the silence of the night,
My silken soul unwound and torn to cry a silent plight,
My blood beats firmly through my wrist, a line of scarlet flares,
A fragile thread of life drawn clean that catches unawares.
As hopes do die in darkness, and loss howls to the sky,
So shines the silver foxfire of a last bewildered sigh,
As I have dreamed a dream, and now that dream has died,
So too my love has faded and my tears have all been cried.
Thus on the edge of darkness balanced, fading into light,
I feel eternity slip by beyond the edge of sight,
With feeling beyond feeling, and thought now beyond thought,
My hopes decay in a final display of agony unsought.
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