PULSE

Forlorn

Is the wild

At the loss of her love

 

Forlorn, 

My lost love,

At what I have done 

 

She calls out in vain

For the soft pads

Of my feet

 

She cries out in vain

As we rip her

Apart

 

Longingly

I am pulled 

By her magnet heart

 

Lovingly 

She cradles

Us in her caverns

 

Lost in her darkness

I lose sight of 

False light 

 

Fueled by her blood 

Our heart pulses –

Finally –

 

Again

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