I am not immune to the rage of hell
For each night I lie awake reminiscing
the resemblance of truthful hearts
Where one plus one combined two souls

Mornings resembling grief
I have yet to overcome
I recall every silent motion;
moments that captivated my heart

Her tinted skin with delicate colors
providing solace to my essence
The one who lay beside me
whilst time opened doors for one to enter

In the now, memory rests a broken heart
For my immunities does not grant me
the fortunes of life and eternal verities
Thus love abandoning a vulnerable creature

I now bow to the infernal belt of hell


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