love lost, love lost, love lost...
i remember you well, my love. even the transcendence of time cannot take that away from me. i remember your eyes, like dark pools of blood, glistening in the moonlight; the soft caress of your pale hands upon me; a murmur of breath in the chill night air. like in a dream, you come to me, licking the blood from my lips sensuously with that mindful tongue of yours. images of past memories of you dance wistfully before my eyes, enchanting and captivating, like we once were as young lovers. alas, i forget not when i lowered you tenderly into those brambles, scratched and prickled, laughing and glowing, you allowing me into your warm void for the first time, sealing our destiny for eternity. or so i thought. but who can foresee the future when one is lost in another's eyes, in a rapture unpenetrable by any outside influence? not i, my love, not i. what terrible tragedy, my soulmate, that i should lose you so soon. a tear rolls down my cold and pale cheek, as i turn back to my crumpled, lifeless body on the tracks.