In the darkness
Hungry lips catch fire
Then go cold and fly away with the wind
My desire remains like a charred heart
Burned as a sacrifice to Sin
Broken and scattered I collect memories of Love
Interred like a funeral for sensuality and lust
This moment bears witness to the fleeting nature
Of ecstasy and loss
Life moves on in the shadows
A ghost haunted by the past
Yesterday is but a memory of a lie
Placed in a box and buried six feet under ground
A face in a mirror that beckons still
A kiss for the dying
That still burns
The living soul
Waiting for the end
Of nothingness and pain
A memory that will not die
Burning still
Falling into the abyss
That has no end
Just a beginning consumed by flame
There I can forever
Hold you
In my arms
My lost love.
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