My soul screams

Into the black abyss

Of complete solitude

Not a single echo heard

Without its companion


Every sound

An image of its creation

No second thoughts

Of the pain

Behind its connection


A breath of cold

A summer of warmth

A hell with a paradise

Let alone become a prison of love


A love born of our hatred

A love destined to burn

And grown by

With no Love

At all


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