Mon décembre

Come rescue her from this hell
this solitude that she lays in.
The flames around her crackle for her soul,
cry for her pulse,
engulf her.
ж Adieu, mon amie. ж

Stuck to one spot
as the world around her changes.
A blur of movement engrossing her body
the earth flies in fast-forward,
in seclusion, she stands in pause.
ж Adieu, mon amour. ж

Crimson streaks pour from her chest
hey eyes growing wet
with the sight of death.
Memories flash before her eyes
one single stream shimmers down her cheek.
ж Adieu, ma vie. ж

Time seems to delay
as her pain grows stronger
the orifice growing
bigger
deeper
darker
Hold her hand, show her everything's fine –
a wish only true in her heart.
ж Adieu, ma mort. ж

Dis-moi, mon chéri
si je vais te manquer
quand je pars.
ж Adieu, mon décembre. ж



Poetry by lexie
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Written on 2010-04-28 at 02:21

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