Death of Love
The sand under my feet
burning bright;
the sky, a black hole of Erebus;
not a soul, not a whisper,
a feast of jejune sight!
My eyes, a saga of sadistic affairs,
my lips, swollen like jellybeans;
flesh in my limbs red with fire,
I look and long for deathly scenes!
Burning twigs light the world,
while black smoke lovingly embraces-
in hatred;
I stay awake - a moving carcass,
Love, where are you? et tu dead!
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