To talk would be to know
And there must be no talk
There must be no knowing
A silent pleasured companion
A momentary business partner
Keeper of pain never to release
What becomes of a heart unchained?
The ties that bind the pain to bear
Let not the acceptance of life in
Let not the thought of what is not there
The eyes
The eyes of love and desire
Only blanket the inner fire
A constant burning of one’s soul
Leaving scraps of memories to turn to ash
The air provides the distance between
Where only space now kept holds no pain
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