Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Burns and Bullets by Divine Grace B. Torres

With you I had grown up
with you, I had learned to love,
magic was evidenced
yet was devoured by our descent.

A wall sundered between us
and i couln't feel you in me,
I have longed for you 'til a nightfall came
I have lingered and you followed naught

Peril came and I fastly hasten
At last! you came and discrened my bloody veil,
Aghast from danger yet I still ventured
mourning poured down as I held you closer.

You have killed your soul - so was I with eternity
beyond love shall bound us
Death shall free us.

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