To articulate
The comfort
Of dying
Death is there
A desperate lover
Sick from envy
As one lives on
Their love pleasantly haunting
Passionate in its silence
Peacefully in a choke-hold
Embracing nothing
Melancholic is existence
For more than a second
So death declares
Libidinal in its goals
Soon a sickness forms
From a cloud of negative thoughts
Swallowed into the spirit
Piercing the flesh, right into the core
Romance fades away
Death shivers from warmth
A lonely love fills space
With a hole cut by us
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