Moonlight on black thorns

Lovely or lonely, the darkness remains

Your name drifts through an empty crypt

As I speak it

I mourn what still breathes

Still aching for your touch

As if grief were a second skin

Torn between the wish to stay

And the hunger to disappear

I drift willingly

Half desiring to be saved

Half longing to sink beneath……..

-Mixed Feelings-

Blessings and Love!

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