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Our love was a flame that was slowly
dying in the darkness of the night
We were the starstruck lovers
who slowly faded into oblivion
Our bodies are trapped within the realms of life and death
but our minds are free to explore any realm it may so choose
I stared at her with amazement
she looked like she hasn't aged a bit
she had the same silky black hair
mixed with those beautiful blue eyes
her lips were still tender and moist
but her hands were as cold as ice
I remember the day she died
I was holding her in my arms
the tears fell upon her breast
and the blood dripped from her mouth
her lips were chapped , her arms filled with cuts
scrapes, lacerations and stitches
and her baby blue eyes had gone gray
I remember the day they buried her
the purple silk sheets hugged her form
and the long flowing black hair had return
she look like the girl I fell in love with
she was the girl I fell in love with
she was my everything and still is
but If I could not have her in life
then perhaps... I could have her in death...
I could kiss those lips a million times, everyday
yet, I would never grow tired of kissing them
I

There was a whiskey bottle
sitting on the back corner
of the living room
it laid shattered and broken...

empty ****** wrappers
and ***** stains sat on the couches
while the floor reeked of ******
and the walls were plastered with *****

A shattered picture frame
lying in the middle of the floor
with a single drip of blood....

I made my way towards the kitchen....


II

Flies sat on moldy bread
while sour milk sat with mushy cereal
the meat laid in the sink...
the only thing you could see was blood

The refrigerator was empty....
a silver spoon sat on the stove
rat poison was in the pantry
next to a broken syringe

Rats scurried in the garbage
the bowls were filled with dead roaches
the doors was torn off its hinges

I made my way towards the bathroom....


III

The sink ran brown water
rusted razor blades with dry blood
the mirror was shattered
broken toothbrushes laid in the background

Feces smeared on the flood
the toilet was broken in two
the bathtub with its lonely drip
a broken water main

The walls weakened by punches
smashed by hammers
and mixed with mildew

I made my way towards the bedroom....


IV

Two corpses lying side by side
one with her throat slit
the other with a bullet through his head
the hands touching gingerly

White powder on the dresser
clothes scattered and set on fire
a bible by the bedside
and a rope hung from the rafters

The mirrors were smashed
black smog filled the air
a chair in the middle of the room

We all were dead.....
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