Beauty is an ocean that drifts out to sea
So magnificent it slips through your fingers
Like a tide gone forever
In tears I admire what can never be true
Death victorious
A corpse of a dream
In a memory bound
Love like torture burns
In healing remains with time
Swirling in a vortex of pain
I hold on to
Watching a ghost of ecstasy
Dissipate and die
Streams of daylight
Haunting me still as night taunts and walks disembodied
Invisible to my gaze
Whispers of salvation
Gone dry
Denied
Cruelty in a dead silence
Awaiting morning.
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