I turned from your eyes,
Walked into your shadows;
Feeling strange sensations
Piercing from all directions.
Not a drop of blood,
Not unlike your caresses,
Agony was numbed,
Your eyes stole my memories.
Who, pray tell, who are you,
To have this power over me?
Whose echoes fill
The void of remembrance;
Whose words race my heart,
Set my soul back,
By years unmarred by dust,
Painting my escape black.
I turned from the sun,
To be pelted by the rain;
You were not at rainbow's end,
But I felt you, felt trapped,
Felt your whispers on my lobes,
And fingers on my collarbone.
Who are you, oh pray tell,
And which lifetime did we fall?
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