The Horror of the Lovely Sorrow
Please, do not tell.
Concealed in me lies something that will free me.
Deep down--a painful sore in some hidden door.
My inner core is screaming, wishing to be dreaming.
It says kill me, but will you free me?
Vanishing as a shivering breeze in a deceased world--
You cannot see me, but can you feel me?
As if I was a melting flake fallen from the graceful heavens.
As if I was a drop of rain carrying a tear's pain.
As if I was a dead leaf with the need to breathe.
Once more the cold approached.
My heart covered in hell's black--
and I do not bother to come back.
Can you save me?
Or will you fail me?
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