Only For a Moment

Only for a moment
let me rest here;

only for a moment.

Proud eroticism
steals away the hour,
passing into a distant night
without a sound
as we silently wait.

Take my hand now,
guide it for your purpose,
fill the outer land
with the smile
of your purposeful hatred,
sick within its own self-pity,
dying upon these empty walls,
flowing so gently,
so completely.

They have taken it all,
leaving nothing in return,
withered and drained,
left lying on the side
of this dark
and dangerous abyss,
waiting for an end
which never comes.

I have no wise words left,
it is their world
not mine.
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