the cold draft
sweeps in.
the piercing slick sheet
of sheer satin. a cutting
forbidden nirvana.
bliss because i feel.
skin tingle; hair
stands. i'm alive
are you?
can you sense the chill?
the ache that comes with
time and the life that goes by
too fast. much too fast.
[blur and gone
one,
two,
three.
gone.]
no you don't
i know you don't
that's why i'm alone. right
her and now - deafened by the
silent solace i once thought had been my forbidden
nirvana.
facade;
lifted.
it's hell/heaven/torment/bliss
since You do not feel:
not knowing (forgetting) how to
numb.
.happy
and i'm not.
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