Pale
Moon lit
Skin,
Across
A lonely
Sky.
Clothed
In all
Black,
Blending perfectly
Into the
World
I
Seek.
Quiet
Is the space
We occupy,
For only
The
Lonely of thoughts
Past,
Take up
Residence
Here.
Roses
Left on the
Ground
At my
Feet,
Turn
White
To
Red
To
Black,
As they
Wait
For your
Return.
Take
Me with
You
I say,
One
Last time
As I always
Do.
Let
Me forget
Why I came
Here,
Promise
Me
It gets better
Even
With you
Gone.
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