This weakness in my soul, a prisoner of my heart
Lord, how I tried to push her apart
But there I was standing at her door
Beckoning to be hurt, stiff to my core
Seeing my yearning splash high on her wall
Seeing it splatter, tear and fall
With colours so bright they would make me forget
The tight pain that had risen in my chest
Deep in the darkness as I dived down
I found nothing but dense brown
So, where were all the colours of my wall?
Why could I not see them at all?
These stains had tarnished, tried and cried
No longer could they numb my ache dry
Lucky are those whose love was reciprocated
Even if for a flash before they were suffocated
I know now as I am wise
Love is an illusion that will entice
If you fall you will see
That love isn’t really a victory
It is a fleeting, so impure
It will leave you craving for more
Beckoning to be hurt, stiff to your core
Forever darkness is the only cure
In it I am timeless, I am at peace
In it she no longer holds my release
In my dark hands, behold my keys
Thank you my colours of roadkill wall
Lest I forget a painful fall
The wound of loss, of my soul, of my heart
I am one with you, not apart
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