Passionate nights and Terror filled years
Surround me like a suffocating wall of fear
Made of Screams full of fright and
Eyes filled with tears.
Experience,
Like a rotting corpse
Lays its deteriorated fingers on my soul
Conjuring the terrors that lie beyond our imagination.
Love, That elusive Nymph
Dances on my hardened heart
Lying broken in an early grave.
May 2002
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