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I can taste
your sweat
running down my skin.
Tracing withering lines left in years
to come
A palette of dusk brushing places where
love will never reach
   screaming
between the stark-white sheets of a
book you just  can't  put  down.
And the words devour my soul,
as you whisper my name
I fall into the lies, the web,
a marionette to your rage
Twisting me deeper into darkness,
to blank canvases and forgotten
memories
To the stillness that hangs between
the dead and the living.
And I am a ghost beneath your stare
ashes crumbling at your touch
Bury me deep enough to smother this
reality, the eternal flames
who thirst to consume me
just  like  you.
I would die to feel alive
the caress of light, the warmth of your
eyes
when we were young.
Instead of the drip, dripping of
your lust against my body--your body.
You took everything I was with my last
tear
now I'm just a ghost
Living in your broken dreams,
dying just to be alive.