Weary days spent in my thought of you and precious death
Though the poets cry "OH CRUCIFY!" my life is in your breath
My heart beats wildly fears untold as you sweep throughout the room
But footsteps linger where they have tread upon the hearts of doom
My precious friend who has renounced this breathing friend who's dead
Or should have been, soon will be inside this aching head
Killing not an option as we're both already dead
At least to you and your desires inside your handsome head
Oh why then do you torment me with dreams and love's desires
When I have already died from this relentless burning fire?
By Anna Hope
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