The Dark Abyss

Love, it does such beautiful things........ Dark, beautiful things.

Deep within the dark abyss that I call my soul,
a tinge of happiness lingers,
thinking back to the days of you and I; the pain subsides.
Like flames burning across a page, it spreads rather quickly,
demolished.
to remind me of the horrid rage
the dark abyss
Love is yet just another thought;
a distant figment of imagination.

Author's Note

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[Night]

...short and to the point...nice write.:)