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TheJakesss — Tempest
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Published: 2017-03-22 07:12:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 691; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Within the tempest of my mind-she sleeps.
With eyes wide open,
as the footsteps on the wooden floors
echo as they creak.
Her skin is cold,
and her breath is shallow.
She wondered why there was ash on her skin,
she had not smoked a cigarette,
nor could she feel the warmth of a fire
next to her bed.
She felt forsaken, to the bone.
She had no more hope left in her veins.
She had no one,
and not a place
-to call home.
She was trapped in a colorless world.
She did not know,
that if she left my mind,
she would cease to exist.
For outside these walls,
her body rests in a coffin.
Her breath is no more.
Her blood is not warm.
Her face, but a memory
and her touch but a raindrop
in my storm.
She did not know,
that she had died,
-that my pain,
is what kept her alive.
