It is always a slow touch Or a warm gentle caress
With welcoming disguise
It sneaks deep inside
and finds a dirty corner
To sow it's filthy seed
Expunging every hue
To sit upon your back
Furnishing the voids in life
Until it's colors show
Then tossed in the storm
hanging on to your intentions
Yet wanting to let go
Stunned by the simplicity
Of all that you once knew
Memories before you met
And all you have let go
Stare deep into the darkness
And glare through the cracks
Straighten out corners
And let the light rush back
Sleep becomes a fugitive
Thoughts won't let you rest
Wondering how this happened
This sick and ugly mess
Something simply started
From such a warm caress
And a touch that meant best
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