Stalking the shadows,
I make love to the
night.
Worshipping the black,
The darkness is my
guide.
Sharp shards of my
dreams
Cut deep into my mind,
I'm trying to forget
The hope that I can't
find.
Hope bleeds from my
heart,
As I reach your frozen
self.
A solid memory from my
past,
That left me when I
fell.
Illuminated by
The big yellow moon,
I stroke your empty
face
Like ivy strokes a
tomb.
“Sorry...” tumbles
out,
A few times, I say it.
But like stones upon
glass,
The word has no effect.
Then I close my eyes,
And tell you I was
wrong,
But I find that I'm too
late,
For when I look again,
You're gone....
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