Soft Suffocation

July 20, 2010
Swiftly you steal my soul, and
Hide it within your shadows.

Your history is a whip, your
Fingers locks and chains.

A whisper escapes your lips, and
Hovers as smoke about my head.

Mystery is your depth;
I am in solitude, drowning.

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