All those long cold torrid nights
Making love have devolved to this
Madness on a string
Falling freely towards nothing
But words on a page
Words on a page
Kisses in the mist
Dreams of bodies twisted in ecstasy
Moans and sighs of silence
That is our destiny my darling
I hold it close in the rain
As the sleet turns to snow
Misery becoming emptiness
Still keeping me warm
In my twisted black travail
These words
Kisses in the darkness
Rumors of love.
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