Ett Sista Andetag

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem about broken dreams and one last hope

Submitted: April 16, 2012

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Submitted: April 16, 2012



What is Pain, but a cold rush of air,

Through a sterile lair;

The voices hauling through the night,

Her body making love to Them, and my soul unable to fight;

Oh Sofia, i beg your love, for i am weak,

It is your heart, the tool i need, for they label me freak;

Your distance has bestowed me with a love; ethereal,

I may be weak, dead but you: irreal;

What is Love but the warm kiss of death,

The fiery scent from your breath;

The path to vallhala is blocked,

My dreams by your eyes; colonized;

Oh oh i beg your love, save my warm illusion,

From the tyranny of doomed delusion;

I promise my heart and soul to you for there is nothing more,

But a cold abyss in my mind that only you can help restore;

You broke my dreams, as you simultaneously made them,

From protagonist of ecstasy to Lordess of torturous singer of my requiem;

I have nothing left inside but i ask for one first and final kiss,

From your tender, erotic lips;

If i fail with you, that last sparkle of innocence as a clove,

Will rust and with it my playful love.




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