The Night is Cold and Bleak - Cruz, Charlz Dela
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The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses that explore the mysteries of love, shattered humanity, life, and a fling with Death. I hunger I hunger for things that have a soul If you have one, I will eat you... I know a woman who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two of poetry I also know a man who dances, naked in moonlight with the ghost of his beloved I ate them. I hunger for things that have a soul and I am starving Because when I show the world a beautiful red rose they only see the thorns. I killed myself I killed myself a thousand times in fiction so that I could face this…mehr

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The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses that explore the mysteries of love, shattered humanity, life, and a fling with Death. I hunger I hunger for things that have a soul If you have one, I will eat you... I know a woman who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two of poetry I also know a man who dances, naked in moonlight with the ghost of his beloved I ate them. I hunger for things that have a soul and I am starving Because when I show the world a beautiful red rose they only see the thorns. I killed myself I killed myself a thousand times in fiction so that I could face this life without losing my Soul. With her arms crossed With her arms crossed behind her back trapped in a pillowcase, >"Write a poem on me" she said and I obeyed, very carefully First, with my lips, then with my tongue, I wrote slowly on her canvas while she held me with her eyes - eyes that spread out like branches >More luminous than the evening, I tore the night to pieces and dipped into her soul "Be gentle" she whispered with a sigh, like a soft flower to the moon while I continued to contemplate the fire, >With my lips replete with her kisses and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace, she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth >I pressed her cheek against the pillow and watched her melting, with every thrust The sheets, wet and swollen, >She whimpered, crying tears of the moon - >We died that night >when I sank deep into her arms and drowned, she held my hand to the other side of life.
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