Between the dusk and the dawn.
Between the freeze and the thaw.
The barren tears and the tremors of love,
The nights spent alone with you in my bed
And delights of moments stolen, realities unsaid.
The psychosis of you, split in two;
The living hell, loving soul,
Raging madly together in a maelstrom
With your night terrors gnawing at your soul.
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