specter of suffering

Hyacinth garden

My exquisite lover you kiss me goodbye

on lonely nights

my silent heart

too far to feel

too hurt too heal

I grant defeat

It's a lost place to be

                    thinking of you

thinking of you

I admit downfall.

                   I loved you first

my entrancing mistake

you kiss me goodbye

you hit me with your ruse

I'd be good at

always find the bruise

I fill in the barren spaces

with too many faces

maybe I would have been something

maybe you would have been everything

time frozen in motion

trembling illustrates my icy flesh

wild whispers flog my senses

in mad despair I gasp and cry

within wounds

of the specter of suffering

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