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Damned Souls

White, Dave. Forgotten Soul. 9 Feb. 2025, Dave White Illustrations.
The flow of you runs through my veins,
Like ticking clocks with endless chains.
Each tick, each tock, pulls me apart,
A constant rhythm tied to my heart.
Long nights descend, too dark, too still,
Too peaceful, yet they terrify and thrill.
I think of us, entangled tight,
Your warmth, your touch, the depth of night.
I dream of flesh pressed close to mine,
Our souls entwined in a love divine.
On nights that drizzle, nothing between,
Just you and me in a boundless scene.
Two damned souls sunk deep in bed,
Where whispered secrets softly spread.
The breeze so cold, the stars so near,
Each moment etched, forever dear.
These nights tick on with eloquence so rare,
Yet leave me aching, gasping for air.
I miss you with a stinging pain,
A longing carved in every refrain.
For every star across the sky,
Reminds me of the reasons why.
Your presence haunts my every thought,
A love so deep, it can’t be fought.
Tick by tick, the night persists,
As shadows curl like ghostly mists.
Only when I yield to time’s demand,
Do I slip into sleep by the night’s command.
The stars bear witness, the breeze consoles,
Our love eternal, two damned souls.
Tick after tick, we fade from sight,
Bound forever in the starry night.
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