Her Touch

My skeleton rages with confusion and anger

My mind and soul are lost in their thoughts

Why? Why are we here

What have we done to ear this eternity with nothing but eachother

We are lost in oblivion 


She takes my hand and I feel her

Soothing my soul is her endeavor

She calms me and sooths my fiery spirit

With her I fall

With her I fail to emit the Hell of one thousand suns

Her joy fills my hateful carcus with love and peace

She is the one who I cannot live without

I transform from a fiery amber to the frost of a winter flake of snow

She calms me

She is my key


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