So much stolen, unable to reclaim
scorched requiems and pieces of tattered memories remain
they embrace in the shadow of a dream
He wakes in cold sweat and bitter remorse of the former
two worlds un-adjoined
to hell they ride
Blistering heated wind upon her face
tearing flesh from bone
leaving nothing but a blackened soul
once in a love so pure now requited
death is all she breeds now
His hemispheres are dual and separate
in wake and dream they fight the poles
opposing ideals trading ordinance
dedicated to the insane
unable to turn, scorned but forever faithful
His senses fall like autumn leaves
staring blankly into the mirror
this is no Johnny and June story
Her love is dead
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