I am solidified
As if I died in the city of pompeii
Covered in layers of ash
Buried alive...
what a hauntingly beautiful way to die
To be frozen in time for all eternity
To become a living sculpture of misery
For then I would be trapped
between hell & heaven
Into the unknown
I wonder...
Maybe my lover dwells there
somewhere among
the ghosts and shadows
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Comments1
Fine Analogy. Enjoyed.
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