I hear a knock on the door,
closing in on my eyes,
lost in the consciousness is your whisper,
Over coming a melting heart,
a faded portrait reflects my disappearing memories.
At once and still chaotic,
hateful black heart,
closes in on me.
A sharp, transient feeling,
in a single wave,
becomes a hysterical wind.
Stopping tears and held in feelingsin a colourless silence.
I've nothing to lose,
except your heart.
Blood flows from your wrists and body
into the distant seas of time....
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