I know your name
Still strong your taste
Broken are my sensibilities
As I feed off what couldn't last

I feel your touch
Rather the ghost of its past
Sensations born in infamy...
Still sensation we know so well

I hear your voice
Break like broken glass
Piercing through my heart and soul
As you bathe in my blood and laugh

No more a man
As he's caught by the mirror
Crying to his faded sight
While still hoping she can hear him

Coming to an understanding
That the man I see is myself
Screaming at each other
Hoping that she will hear....
 
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