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by jeremy
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1368841
A morbid look into two people in love, but separtaed by death.
                                                "Her Deepest Sorrow"
It's so nice to see your well.  I'm glad that you could make it. 
Can anybody hear me, vain endevours, but how will you take it?
Here I stand reborn before you all, just in another form a specter.
There she stands a most eliquent form; I hardly expected her.
So overcome by her deepest sorrow cleanse yourself of me and live for tomorrow.
Black is such a lovely color for you.
Can't help but stare silently at you.
Could we be together, forever, evermore?
Can you see me, hear me, feel me anymore?
Now I lie before you all in a bitter, peaceful slumber.
How will you think of me, or will you even remember?
You said you loved me, before you left me.
But what kind of love leads  you further from me?
I put my hand in yours, how inconceivable!  It goes right through yours.
A permanent state of immortality.  My actions provided such exquisite finality.
In my current state I've reached a stunning clarity.
Tears flowing down your face; I see you seeing me being laid to waste.
So close and yet so far away; almost tangible slipping into decay.
Heaven's angles go away, come again some other day....Some other way!
Where's the solace the sweet kiss of death was supposed to render?
What have I done!  What kind of torment, toture did I send her?
So overcome by her deepest sorrow.  Cleanse yourself of me and live for tomorrow.
Black is such a lovely color for you.
Can't help but stare silently at you.
Apart forever, evermore.
You can't see me, hear me, feel me anymore.
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