the space from thine eyes
to his weak but steady frame
is longer than the Earth to the sun.
With a careless whisper,
a disease begins burning him from the inside
his lifeline slows to a trembling trickle
while I stand watching from afar.
Down to thy knees,
I pray to the Lord for a miracle
the skies turn gray and weep
sounds of sorrow sing from my chest.
I breathe words to him,
"Thou shalt not let the evil win you over."
"Hold the strength of an army inside you."
He nods his head and drifts off to sleep.
Till the morning dawn breaks,
and his soul flees his dead vessel
I find myself alone in an angel's embrace
her frozen lips stuck to my cheek.
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I'm not sure about this piece, sorry if it seems confusing to some. Take the poem as you will
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