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Feb 2016
After the dust had settled
On that cold gray afternoon
A whisper kissed the silent air
An echo of past doom
As I walked through the door
Even in my youth I knew
A hole burned in the floor
Next to a crudely carved "Adieu"

Still I feel her ghostly breath against my neck
Still I feel the ever haunting lingering of death
Still her shadow falls upon me gently in the night
And even now I see her phantom flicker in the light

The moon shines through my window
Weaving spectral hallucinations
Or has my sanity eroded
From the pain of this devastation?
My gift was her curse, in fact
One so severe it claimed her life
But then on quiet nights like these
It feels like she's still here sometimes
Based on a tragic true story from Dark Star: HR Giger's Welt.
Xan Abyss
Written by
Xan Abyss  Palm Springs, CA
(Palm Springs, CA)   
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