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The mystery of him

The moon so full, reflecting in his dark eyes.
The secrects shining within hidden, and teasing.
My will so strong yet,
my vision blackens...
As i slip into a deep dark voyd my mind races forward.
I think about those penetrating eyes.
About the mystery of him begging to be solved.
Hidden from sight his soul lies shut.
Much as i try his shield will not break.
He drops hints here and there.
HIs pessimistic mask driving me mad.
My heart,
bruised and scarred,
ripped and worn,
becomes tough and numb as it stops, giving into the pain.
My soul,
once alive and awake,
ellectric and emotional,
flickers and burns out.
My body falls limp in his arms...
My blue eyes turn cold, still open,
Dead and starring,
into the endless depth of those curious eyes.





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