My Abyss

July 27, 2009

I am always falling down,

no bottom in site.

Just a torn gown,

remnant of our fight,

our fire burning flesh

into memory, ghosts

of a past I daily refresh,

edging towards a lethal dose.

I strive to escape the mesh

of my dreams, so close

with realities sting.

Instead, I thresh

myself, fall morose,

until your praise I sing.

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