Silent face.
Soundless echo.
This hollow in which I hide.
Your breath
Holds me.
Each pulse, pounding like a hammer.
My heart is but an anvil
Torn with dread
Committed to a lie
Purged
Empty
Dead.
And to what I owe this honor,
This rare cursed gift?
A b*****d of the twilight
And a damnation of the whole.
There you are
To the hollows I see
And the crevaces I hold so dear
Like some perverted dementia
I'm still staring
Long after you've gone.
So where are you?
And what is left?
Just this thing I despise.
Just this life.
Turns out its nothing -
Nothing without you
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