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.
Written Tales Magazine is a reader-supported publication. To receive new updates and member only content, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
SnakefistPanda, bringing you a glimpse of his pain and passion. You can view more of his work at https://ello.co/snakefistpanda