“Your cold, cold breath.”

"And when the dream ends
Well, what happens then? 
The dance done
Like death we slowly fall away
And what then?
Empty spaces 
Burnt out places
Where we use to live within each other.

This hallow heart beats shallow breaths
Pounding tenderly the walls within my chest 
That vibrate in hurtful praise for you
And I ache, I ache there is not a place I do not ache
And what then…
Nothing…just nothing?
No wait…
I've died inside and my ashes are scattered by this wind
The wind from your cold, cold, callous breath
The last betrayal…
Now, there is nothing left."

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