Atop the mountians,
The pain courses through me.
Burning me with numbness,
My delighted terror, my need of you.
I wait here always,
As I have,
Ever since I was born,
Waiting for the one I love.
The one thing,
That means the most to me,
The man atop the pale horse,
The bones beneath the veil.
The dead and rotting heart.
One that beats for me,
And me alone.
My utter demise.
I am the broken cirlce,
He, is what completes me.
I am but the fleshy puppet,
Him the soulless master.
I would reject my one and only life,
For even the chance to meet you.
Great and goodly savior,
The tall man, with the cloak and caring smile.
Carry me in those fleshless arms,
Deliver me to my doom.
All that I ask for, is your smile.
I wish to see Death smile for me alone.
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Submission Name: To See A Loved One Smile
