Silence.

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

 

Pablo Neruda

 


Silence can no longer speak to me.

Darkness no longer settles my spirit and the weight of the world seems heavier than the life I've been living.

Loneliness burns my smile away, as fast as I smoke this eternal cigarette, in unbearable pain.

I too love in secrecy, as dark, morbid things are loved: I love you.

 

And my body yearns for you in the cold, cold night.

 

 

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