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The Beloved's Adoration
I saw you first, in a room by the sea.
Your presence; so beautiful,
So transcendent. I breathed.
For the first time, I truly breathed.
This breath of life that you gave to me.
I stood there.
Staring.
I couldn't look away,
as you played that perfect rhythm,
I died.
Over and over again.
My decision was made.
I had to touch your face.
To memorize every curve,
every line,
that gave you purpose to sustain.
I must hold this candle to your name.
My Angel Boy; I called you.
Your beauty brought me pain.
That excruciating tear in my side
bringing nightmares of your flawless face.
Forever these nightmares come,
reminding me the cost of my silence.
The price I paid to remain comfortable,
While she whisks you away,
giving you a first born to your name.
End it, I beg of you.
Someone please take the candle I had raised.
It's heavy, and it burns;
only waning it's wax in vain.
Frozen in time,
paralyzed,
whispering your name.
As my tongue grows tired,
exhausted; in pain.
There's nothing left,
Five years of Obliteration.
What's left of your beauty's condemnation;
It's left me drowning forever in my poisonous,
vengeful damnation.
Your red headed beloved's never ending adoration.
Your presence; so beautiful,
So transcendent. I breathed.
For the first time, I truly breathed.
This breath of life that you gave to me.
I stood there.
Staring.
I couldn't look away,
as you played that perfect rhythm,
I died.
Over and over again.
My decision was made.
I had to touch your face.
To memorize every curve,
every line,
that gave you purpose to sustain.
I must hold this candle to your name.
My Angel Boy; I called you.
Your beauty brought me pain.
That excruciating tear in my side
bringing nightmares of your flawless face.
Forever these nightmares come,
reminding me the cost of my silence.
The price I paid to remain comfortable,
While she whisks you away,
giving you a first born to your name.
End it, I beg of you.
Someone please take the candle I had raised.
It's heavy, and it burns;
only waning it's wax in vain.
Frozen in time,
paralyzed,
whispering your name.
As my tongue grows tired,
exhausted; in pain.
There's nothing left,
Five years of Obliteration.
What's left of your beauty's condemnation;
It's left me drowning forever in my poisonous,
vengeful damnation.
Your red headed beloved's never ending adoration.
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