The unfamiliarity of patience
the waiting as time itself is on
the edge
Your soul,your essence
u5ndeniably cold and alluring
is forever enslaving
the week and meager
the suffering as it spreads it's wings
casting it's shadow,as this world dies,the loneliest of deaths
yet still I'll hold fast to your body
and drift into darkness,while it all
everything is forgotten and I
suddenly remember the transgressions and the guilt
I merely a vessel,a way through the traffic, congested in all of our minds and very soul,till it takes its toll......
©munch77
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