Black Valentine
Love is a cancerHungrily consuming the soul
Devouring the heart
Digesting the will
Like mercury through the blood
It penetrates every cell
Leaving nothing untouched
Nothing unchanged
Having fed, now sated
It abandons its prey
In its place, a void
A hollow chamber, home to wind
The body still moves
Still works, even plays
Its face a mask
The heart a memory
At night, alone
The cold inside grows
And deep inside an echo
A memory of laughter
posted by Dan Wilson @ 3:00 PM
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