A Means To An End
Chimes of your heartbeat ring in my ears.
When sensation evades the disabled the night never seems to end.
I am the seducer of truth.
What truth can be found in the primitive emotion belonging to the betrayed?
If the winter brings relief from a summer of pain then I shall look on the snow as a friend.
What of a love created out of obligation?
My loneliness is eclipsed only by my need for connection to a love that is unattainable.
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