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Your portrait burns my cortex

Engulfed in the heartache

Languishing words meander through currents

Transmute your warm breath

Transmute your warmth and sweat

Engulfed in the heartache

Into the heartless silence

Into the sufferance...

Those afar holler this ghostly shell

One last toast for the road

But the bottle towers and beckons,

The night is still young’

‘The night is still young’

Smiling at the face of sadness

To impress and punish myself

Tortured by black candlelight

Fingers raking through razors

(To love and loss)