Low

Scorched thoughts bubble and erupt
a temperature gauge bursts violently into flame
When nothing else matters except clinging onto her name
A mind naked, broken and corrupt.

Powerful piston memories
dragged screaming to the front
Fall back into the mist
before desperate fingers grasp them.

The darkness swirls and forms,
Crimson claims it's congealed form.
To know you once could remember her beauty
Is no consolation as you die alone

The End

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