Shadows of Dead Futures
My blood runs cold and thick black bile runs unhindered
Through my figure and no prescription drug can cure
This ice cold burning of my heart, no longer pure.
Nothing now will preserve, for you have departed.
By shadows of now dead futures, I am strangled.
My heart bleeds out its life like a bathroom ewer
Pours out water. On a dark lifeless plane I tour
Like a gawking tourist, in town newly arrived.
Then I see your tranquil uplifting face, my love,
And it shines down brilliant upon me from above.
Through the greying mists of epochs past, you come back.
Your company smiles blond amber. You do not shove
Me towards living but your ghost is, as a glove
To a hand and rose thorns, protection from bile black.
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