A poem for someone who doesn't exist anymore… and never did anyway. Synthetics are always better than the genuine article, don't you agree?

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S I | v S ® v S | v S t I n S

Strange how people can become used

To the sounds of syllables

And how a shriek of terror

Can comfort someone cloaked in shadow.

Your murmurs

Wrapped around me like that cloak

Of velvet,

Enveloping the scars

And hiding them from prying eyes…

Only when they were gone did I realise

How much I missed them.

Kiss them all better,

Then cut into my skin once more.

Dig your fingernails in deep…

I want to scrape the blood from underneath them tonight.

I tore your heart

From out your hands -

Pure and white, clean of blood -

And heard your scream

Inside my head.

When I see you again,

I'll roll you up

In shreds of

Silver velvetine…

Such a gorgeous thought.

You pull the garment tighter

Over your naked body.

I smile as I stare,

And watch as the tears begin to fall,

Dripping as your eyes cloud darker.

I used to adore the rain,

When it burnt into my soul

With alkaline strengths.

The pain is nothing now,

As your saccharine pleadings

Leave me cold and empty.

The passion is fading away…

Is that natural?

I watch you shimmer in the moonlight,

Before slipping away into the dawn.

Hours seem long without you…

I wonder how many hours are in a lifetime.