Faded Fantasy (публикации за 10 марта 2018)3 читателя тэги

The fist clenched round my heart

loosens a little, and I gasp

brightness; but it tightens

again. When have I ever not loved

the pain of love?

But this has moved

past love to mania.

This has the strong

clench of the madman, this is

gripping the ledge of unreason, before

plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart.

This way at least you live.