Spaces and Cold Dead Faces
Empty rifts in space
I see your cold smiling face a useless reflection I've lost your connection
our hearts that once beat in sync has drifted your pulse getting softer as I breathe in your scent.
Your hand slipping and all I can do is watch your beauty fade
if I could I'd reach inside suck the poison out make everything ok but as my last memory fades all I can see is empty space but your silhouette always remains
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