Eternity is the remnant Of a passion long gone by I could die In those timeless moments Drowning my mind With overflowing bitterness For what? If we would have slaked us On the shores Of each others soul Would that lustful memory Outreach the stigma Of my bereavement Must this be The poisoned heritage Embedded in my soul Is she the divine Or diabolic intruder Of my darkened sanctuary
outreach, slaked, bereavement, intruder, overflowing