Cold Lake of Death

Prose by SnakefistPanda

I feel the drain of this emotion pulling on my soul, 
This passion burning up the oxygen in my abode; 
This fire in my heart burning for a taste of your soul— 
I have lost myself in your dreams.
 
I’m nothing more than a tortured being 
Yearning for your all-consuming touch, 
Yet flowing like an endless stream. 

There is nothing more captivating than your imperfections: 
Teach me how to love you, 
Touch you, 
Adore you. 

God breathed life into me and adorned me with broad shoulders. 
I can carry the weight of the world, but not your rejections. 

Looking in the mirror: 
I’m cursed with these dark reflections, 
I take a drink of this poison 
Hoping to douse these flames 
In this cold lake of death 
As I hold tight your picture — 
Longing for you, as I take my last breath.

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