In the so far ever-seeming twilight of my soul
An ember appears to suddenly be burning
It blazes and consumes my inner peace with careless mercilessness
A horizon is sighted at the brim of my sanity
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Your cold hands in the night is my inferno
They reach for me not, they touch me not
They thrust me from you, they deny me to hold you...
You! You who lit this ember; which ,deteriorating, slowly slits me apart
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I throw a rose with many thorns your way
I trust your pale hand will bleed, say you touch them
Close your hand tight around the piercing pain
Pretend it is my heart you are holding and think how lucky you are that you may crush it