Empty Eternity

by Rebecca   Jun 23, 2006


Empty Eternity

You are
a cold burn blazing heatedly on my skin

I am
a vibrant wind trying to get inside you

You are
deceiving like Satan, fallen from God

I am
begging you to rise from your self created sludge.

Torture is this devotion I carry to save you,
for you are persistent in self defeat
and content in empty eternity.

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