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The Dark Tears Of Miss. Saigon (Act I of Act III)

Oh, my love, your fair maiden in the bosom of thy night    
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light  
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul    
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles    
    
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell    
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well    
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh    
Thighs parted of longing until my tingling skin in dormant as the dead and the living essences mesh    
   
Shh… I give you enteral life as I sink my sacrifices draining your lifeform    
A love so virtuous, so true, and strong, vague memories cannot keep me warm    
‘How in one night have we come so far’    
Damaged love, lost emotions fallen from stars    
   
Lament to the darkness worshipped in its vanity    
Lying in a bed of shame tears cannot hide the stark of my reality    
As the moon bathes high in the sky it croons afar from the emptiness of my heart    
Blood rites I have atoned to touch you in the cloak of dark    
Unrest to the beast who face greets me as an imposter with kisses all over me as yesterday’s work of art    
   
Miss. Saigon an epic love story and tragedy of forlorn      
Asunder sweet love songs to chant as sure as the winter is long    
Cast pearls before swine    
Feast of a tragedy, thy should not kill, a weary soul never to return in the dominion of forgotten time    
   
Close your eyes and break this lucid spell    
Free the residency of my spirit residing in the flames of hell    
I shall expire in a blink of an eye    
Silence haunts my mind as words minus the meaning of an earthly goodbye    
   
   
   
   
If you have never seen Les Misérables or the musical, Miss. Saigon it is simply beautiful and a such a calamity love story both are worth a viewing or placing on your bucket list… trust me
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession.

Daniel Webster
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