It comes like a silent summer's breeze
Stiring emotions of gaiety within
Rousing hope and joy in what may yet be
Slowly it curls into an autumn wind
Rustling the leaves of desire in one's heart
It dries out the wood of those summer hopes
Setting them ablaze in a raging inferno of love...
Or maybe lust
Higher and higher do these flames rise
Consuming whatever leash we thought to keep on our feelings
The conflagration spreads, scorching to cinders
Everything we thought to keep within
And then the wind turns cold and numbing
Upon it fly the tendrils of winter
Seeking out the beating heart,
The only goal: to silence it
Carrying the ashes of the fires
The snow turns dark
It comes.
Devouring light, love and hope
Killing the peace within
The heart struggles frantically in the darkness
Only to collapse upon itself
And I remain.
A shell, gutted by that love I sought
Bleeding darkness from my eyes, so tired of crying
And yet I remain
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