We met in the springtime of our lives both needing somethin desperately inside. Our battered hearts bore so much weight and pain, and the shadows of my past promised only more the same. I couldn't stop that madness in my soul- it rose up an made my blood run cold. That demon rum possessed my weary bones and the morphine spoke in low and lonesome tones.
The days of youth were here and then they was gone- just a few years o passion then I found myself alone. That flame slowly died. Now death's too sweet to fear- his touch is drawin near. Still shackled by them chains of regrets, and this awful thirst that I can't escape yet...our love slowly died.
That fire borne within me flickered low. My shattered mind could not tell friend from foe. Our bloody battles fueled by wine and lies, until the frail corpse of our love could not arise. Then you looked at me with nothing in your eyes- too late Ionged to make you forever mine; then your pale white skin recoiled from my touch, and in that moment I needed death so much.
The flower withered. The cup ran dry. There was nothing left of you and I. Like a blind man reaching for the sky...but you were gone. That flame had died. The flame forever died.
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