One seeks darkness,
Lusting it's solemn warmth,
Yet, blind to its cost.
When she reaches back,
Hearts age:Tears dry.
The soul heaves in despair.
Now you see,
That warmth is nothing but,
The burning embers of life.
One resents Darkness,
Remembering her fatal touch,
Yet, forgetting she just loved back.
Love isn't bliss,
Pain isn't cold,
One who loves,
Knows the warmth in pain,
And the bliss in death.
Fatal Darkness
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Zeusomega
M.D of Olympus Pvt Ltd. Seeking [Boltzmann brain], Male
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