My love grips at me with cold hands,
Pulling me down to depths of immorality
and shades of despair.
I cry out:
"Free me from my solitude.
End my enduring anguish,
My masochistic torture."
An endless pain steeps in the snow,
Of long days gone and soon to come.
His death a token at my feet.
I choose to leave it, kick it far,
Forget the past with no regrets.
to hide the blushing cheek.
Cry out again in pain and stare
at Death's dark door, Love's keep.
He holds her in a tight embrace
with sneers at modesty.
He takes the tears upon her face
and ends such Purity.
And while she cries for lovers lost
He bursts upon her 'new
The silent form of Love the cost,
still in the morning dew.
The sun o'er head, the birds a'flight,
While Death's work lays in early light.
A beaut' once 'live, no more shall be
Death's love Love ends, eternally.
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