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Sep 2014
You're slipping baby girl
you're slipping from my reach,
my fingers straining to keep a grip on the thread that holds us together
while I slur my frightened speech.
You're slipping baby girl
into the farthest beyond,
a space where your light dims
and from which this eternal darkness without you spawned.
You're slipping my dearest and sweetest baby girl
to a place where dead trees live and hearts are cold,
where winter's chill falls upon us all
and desperation sinks into our skin and takes its hold.

Like fangs sinking deep into captured flesh
the reality of losing you stills my breath.

I ache for you to make me whole
to return to me the heart you stole.

This mirror is the only thing between us
as it's me that's slipped away,
and the darkness has taken over
it's come, it's conquered, it's here to stay.
So goodbye baby girl,
we are just a shell.
No longer the lively woman
but a desperate soul roaming freely in hell.

It was good while it lasted,
**my sweet baby girl.
Testimony to how it feels to lose one's self.
Feeler
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Feeler  Land Of Cold
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