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Woven into tales of withering souls,
My world is painted in the colors of your heart.

The departed never leave;
They take refuge in second skins.
Savoring the pulse of every beat,
Consuming all that lives, seeking eternity.
Amid raw kisses there lies an irresistible lust.

Intoxicated by cigarette smoke,
Sipping my coffee with the candor of your gaze,
Our bodies entwined in moon-pale mornings,
Wrapped in the safety of our shadows.

I negotiate with my instincts,
As you send shivers down my spine.
I’ve laid bare every fragment of myself,
For you alone, my love, my life,
Risking the unraveling of hearts.

They are treasures interred in coffins,
In the abyssal depths of the blackest seas,
Locked away by both gruesome and innocent seams.

Oh, if this phantom world could know,
That remaining breathless can reconstruct one whole,
That ecstasy can drain darkness, if only before the moon.
The maddening moon, tearing me apart in liquid trails,
With nightmares painting startled goosebumps,
In an existence too lonesome to stand.

This love kills before it births,
Can you help me transcend decomposition?
To witness blooming in dissolution?