Long has the moment passed..but linger does the pain -
Cold, stinging and metallic..ripe and raw and heavy;
As the ears start to see... and the eyes listen,
I live and die in every breath...Becoming and unbecoming;
Your incomplete portrait with my heart's dye...fades into a void;
Memories haunt me...seeking sense of your absence.
Tired of meaning...my words seek silence
You and I shall not be but you alone...
For I'll be in the plane without a surface.
Cold, stinging and metallic..ripe and raw and heavy;
As the ears start to see... and the eyes listen,
I live and die in every breath...Becoming and unbecoming;
Your incomplete portrait with my heart's dye...fades into a void;
Memories haunt me...seeking sense of your absence.
Tired of meaning...my words seek silence
You and I shall not be but you alone...
For I'll be in the plane without a surface.
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