he wore guilt as casual as breathing never to break a smile, long face of sorrow bearing tattoos' of dogma faith
he wears her essence around his neck long past love faithful as the wind
alone he walks, sun beating on him as he beats on himself
he remembers her beauty, her face, and lips, hips to breast hands on flesh
tears touch his eyes he wipes them, he never cries for her----inside he howls at the new moon in the deep darknes of the night
he has left it all behind and walks until the pain goes he knows it will never go , prepare to walk until there is nothing left
waiting until he is dust and the wind will carry him back to her embrace into the love she gave where she kissed him blind her touch sent shivers to his very being
he tried to take his life olny to find the reflection of himself wanting him to suffer he took jagged glass and cut his eyes so as not to see nothing but her face
forever etched in his mind
he will walk forever in his desolation
this is work from clive barker : } 
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