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Axion Prelude Jan 2022
nothing is colder than
a broken heart
on winter's heels
Axion Prelude Aug 2021
in shades of plastic yesterdays
the silhouette carousel spins me around
and around a cold steel cage

and it is your breath i want to drown in
setting free some broken wings
seething life and love and everything
from words we haven't even spoken yet

singing melodies and catchy tunes
we can play them all together
on our heart strings luring suns and moons
and we can watch them set and rise and fall
again and again forever

and the hopelessness would melt away
with a looming whisper of summer
silver-lining an echo of spring

Skip the winter baby
'cause i cant seem to want this
to feel so cold anymore
not without you
and the mornings in each others arms
with the bright lit sky breeding days anew
could keep us warm together
Axion Prelude Aug 2021
In twilight slumber rested death
Mourning for the loss of yesterday

My heart opens widely
Within my chest echos faith once more
Truer still the call of my name
It resonates down to the bone

In somber marrow through blood and sweat
It pierces intimately a callous facade
Standing forth upon a blackened gate
I call one last time "are you there"

Empty sorrows beget empty pleas
Standing now in silhouette lines
Crossing past the fade of light
Darkness consuming an empty heart
I await..

She whispers back..

"yes, I am.. my darling.."
Axion Prelude Aug 2021
In somber atrophy
Stale breath beckons truth

The heart dwindled
I choke on your words
Axion Prelude Jun 2021
We did it again
Dancing in halls we never knew
You woke up fate just to let it fade
Never pull on heart strings
Unless you're willing to take the reins
Axion Prelude May 2021
Stained flesh with satin fervor
Drops of lust, silver lining
The soft skin of an angel
Caressing, exploring every inch
Seeking purity in a place of mischief
Intoxicating resonance with every exhale

The sigh of relief on the horizon
Drunken with the sound of soft moans
Hands, together, firm in grasp
A torrent of devouring motion
Extricating virulent passion
Axion Prelude Apr 2021
I Love You, my darling..
Before I sleep, I'll trade whispers with the sky
and tell the moon all about you..
You are my light. This dream may be true, someday...
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