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A wilting flower

Withered petals falling slowly

To my waiting hand

Gently cradling every memory

Your dust filled bones

Draped in your slow decay

Winter’s icy breath

Caresses your scarred skin

Your body is a wasteland

Charred by sickness, condemned to rot

Propping your corpse in the windows

To my soul

Defying perdition

Your toes are curled around the edge of the abyss

Leaning into the beckoning gloom below

Clawing at your footprints, grasping at your tattered remains

Your tattered remains

I’m a shadow

Chasing a silhouette

My hands are whispers

Through blackened lips

As you fall into darkness

I follow

I follow

As you fade into the black

I follow

I follow