Love as you wouldn't think of it
Death breathes a cold breath down my spine.
Broken, lifeless I lay on the cool ground of nothingness.
I can see the glimmer of Hope's beautiful face far away in the distance of my sleeping mind.
Why can't Death just take me now?
He only lingers close to me, his ghostly figure invisible. His cruel fingers trace my face over and over.
Curse my persistance to keep living.
Every breath I take seems a torture to my twisted and sucicidal mind.
Love lives on my broken heart, a small ember flaring into flame when I sense the presence of one person.
The only person who rekindles my will to live.
And so I lie, on the verge of Death, thinking of only one small thing, one person.
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