Hold my hand one last moment before my breathe leaves my nostrils like smokes,
Before I become the night in your dawn, cast aside the shakles imprisoning our souls,
Unbraid the ravishing ribbon strapped across the package my rationality entered with,
Before you break my spirit with your sabre from hell, recapture our ultimate memories.
Before you go, heal my hurting heart with the last love that's left inside your selfish soul,
Unravel my mind with the labyrinth of love one last time, let it be our concluding passage,
Hold my heart in your hand, patch it up like you do patch up your tattered vestments,
Hold me in your arms as if you will stay by my side, ensnare my soul in your chest of craft.
©DECHOSEN1🌹
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