Saturday, February 28, 2015

Certain damnation

The great sorrows you bring,
Out of love,
Borne pain. 
The heart crumbled into dust 
And one forgets tomorrow. 
Hopes are blown out
Like a candle in the wind,
And only the dark remains.

Be still, the heart moans,
As it beats and trembles against its will,
In your unbearable lightness. 
Be gone, it commands me,
To leave your sphere.
For to be here,
Means a certain death,
And a slow and painful crawl
Towards my perdition.






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