Go on. Then you can tell me how bad it is and how I should feel bad for posting it, and something about my mum
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In visions you haunted me
And I tried to wash your scent from my skin
But it dripped from every pore
And I ached for you
.
And with every waking minute
Of desperation and desire
I purged myself
In the black depths of darkness
.
And I heard your voice in echoes
And in the silence
Of dreamless sleep,
And in the emptiness I got no rest
.
And in the pits of despair
I plunged the depths of my soul
and forgot myself
In your shadow
.
Ah the ecstasy of ignorance
of the days before I knew you
and you had stolen into
every part of my being
.
When the light of the morning
Was no foul omen
of the sorrow and pain
Of another day without you
.
And the face of the moon
Was no ghasty wraith
in the empty night
That you left