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It is not easy to describe this state of change.
If in pain I was before, in death I am now.
It is a relief none wish to receive,
Though I welcome it with ironic grief.
This is, black amongst black.
He has died, smothered by the dark cloak of night.
The stars alongside flicker with hope and light,
In time they will dim, and extinguish in blight.
Love is a plague of good will, I suppose.
Cursed with desperation, calamity and confusion-
Sadistic torment, insomnia, lies, awful truths...
Though its intentions were true, I am sure.
Oh, look! There is a willow drooping down above the ground.
It is angered by the oak trees that steal the sun.
We humans shall create a law as we are unbiased and true-
A law of axes and chain-saws equalize the elders by hue.
It is cold; my black locks are under a visor of chill ice.
He is holding me in his arms, my legs about his sides.
I need him: he is the poppy pill that heaves the pain aside,
Until I am in bed with your face seared into my eyes,
Your face smeared across the horizon of my mind.
Why are you with me? Will you stay the night?
Your voice whispers: a testament to the sanity I lack.
For he laughs cruelly: the only silence in the black.
There is an enigma that dwells on my mind:
"Who are we without a name?"
If we were neither called 'Man,' nor 'Woman,' nor 'Child'?
I close my eyes and take a deep bow
TFC- the letters from my eyelids erased.
Ment to do all but know..
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