You hold my head down
In the blackness of midnight water
Following blindly
Like an innocent lamb to slaughter
You shake off my arms
That grasp at your cold and wooden frame
You see not the glow
The dying of the lover’s red flame
The unseeing eye
Blurred; swirled in its hazel green hue
Sees only darkness
The light of love cannot make it through
Taking on water
The gift; the pure void filling my lungs
Below I remain
Love given, love rejected, love plunged
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