Buried Love
This love's chalice brims with passion's pain
from cracked hands now clenched within your mind
its wormwood draught is less then bile that stain
you spill and cleanse the earthen floor of time
the rapture of this life now cleaves my soul
as it bleeds deep in darken realms of shade
you drove the knife that cut the rose once whole
release my suffering heart as death persuade
this flower keeps no breath within its bloom
now drifting dark beneath the setting sun
flee from this world whose shadows I consume
as my heart dies, its death already done
a crumbled love lies dead inside my heart
buried beneath the lies as you depart
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