Heavy is the evening fog as it creeps over my aching heart.
Where are you going and where
have you been?
Wet cold rain hits her slumbering
eyes, refreshing as she wakes.
Where are you going and where
have you been?
Her warm breaths meet the cold
air.
Where are you going?
The morning hits her and softly
lights her bare skin.
Where have I been?
The wet earth beneath her soils
the peach flesh.
Where am I going?
Cold air enters her lungs
bringing the frozen corpse to life.
Where have I been?
You've taken all I am.
Where am I going?
You've changed all that i'll be.
Where have I been?
Pieces of me seep in to the black
earth.
Where am I going?
The rain sets in and I am born
again.
Slow to rise.
I gather flowers in sadness to
wish the pieces of me a fare well.
You've ruined and filled me with
madness I can't leave behind.
Where am I going?
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