Let me forget you
and you for me
never again shall I
fall in love with thee
I cry each night
for the love that I fight
is useless to me
for your eyes are on he
he who hath calls
by night and again
death his name
his sand burns Zen
8 circles down
2 subs to go
the wood of suicides
where blood flows below
this liquid within nails
hammered into backs
your love sadly is
what I lacks
I need your love as
I need the air
in your bed, beside
in your head, reside
in me forever
I drift away
for my love is nothing
but a feather
from your wings
you hide, these truths, hold
no lies,
,-I need you as feathers need the skies
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