Into confusion, beyond sanity:
A bottomless pit in which solitude
Is the only entity.
I turned to you and kissed your lips,
Though only in my imagination.
The truth ran through me,
Iced like a lake in winter –
Freezing the warmth;
Reminding me that you are nothing
But a memory I visit much too often.
Forming clouds gathered among blueness,
Falling freely among prosperity,
Among the starry nights
And sunny days.
But when triumph gathers at hell’s gate,
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