These words that escape are not but vomit from my lips
a symptom of the disease that tortures my mind -
a vision, illusion of something for which I pined
the sickness deludes and confuses invading with darkness like an eclipse
If only you were here now to comfort me with pretty claws so sharp
you are the sickness, the disease which spreads and infects -
unreachable, untouchable just the image my mind's eye reflects
but still your words reach out to me and lull me like a harp
Do you even know these feelings?
If only you shared the same cravings.
<3Dil.
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