In the inferno of night
a whisper of loss
a phantom lace
a ghostly touch
fingers close, cold to taste
lingers laughter
cracked bone-dry air
the clock chimes midnight
it is backward here
in this abyss of my mind
seconds falling on stone
on the graves of yesterday
hear the echoes, love, disdain
in the vacant halls
in the dark falls
a broken prayer
on lips of ash
moonlights a skeletal grin
into the labyrinthine memory
where shadows dance your form
I trace the ghost of your hand
cold on my unforgiving heart, glass
yearning sharp
it tastes of rust and rain
they say the living move on
a slow crawl toward the light
the light of man is a lie
a cruel invention
a brutal intention
my mind spins wildly
to your absence, I fly
silent screams of a world
you no longer need
in obsidian depths
where stars are swallowed
we can finally intertwine
two fragments, a shattered dream
I am adrift in the abyss
in the inferno of night
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