Obscurity, nothingness.
Just you and me,
and, oh, you have command
over me,
over it all.
Did you know what you hurt?
Did I
when I also tried?
It was the center
of me, of it all,
what you ask to break,
but you only lacerate.
A little death,
a desired end.
To blow out the candle
and obliterate.
Who’s gonna carry out that threat?
If it wasn’t you,
it is me then.
It’s the darkest connection
I’ve ever felt.
The house in black,
the pain in red.
It was love in reverse,
in denial, in hate.
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