Funeral by Artemis
Lifeless limbs caress the forlorn floor,
A lingering scent of melancholic misery
Kisses air as stagnant as a heart
That has ceased to be a muscle
To be molded into the container for a love
As broken as itself.
Fluttering fingers wander over cracked skin
That used to be silk and sin
Interwoven by a steady hand.
I can’t even touch myself anymore
Because with all this loneliness
Creeping through my voracious veins
It feels too much like yours
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