Terrors of the Night

Falling all about me

          sparkling cathedral shards

                   memory tinted realities

realities colored by anger and loss

 

Emotions that cut and scar

          wanted wounds

                     desired crimson tears

drops of loneliness and despair

 

Night screams echo

          "Who has stolen my soul?"

                        "Who has my heart?"

Quiet.

 

The answer awakens me

            reaches for me in the darkness

                        holds me together, binds my wounds

it is my love, who comforts me

The End

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