This is your desire, your last wish. You've reached the end. The end of your pain, and everything else it entails. Your last resort in this fight against illness and despair. I will hold your hand as you exhale your last breath and slowly leave your carcass behind. Please don't hold me responsible despite my aid, my chemicals, my compassion, for you are the one leaving this world, on your own terms. I will be once again alone in this sterile room.

Your soul and body are now separate. I take your body away, send it back to the Earth whence it came so that your matter may continue to serve a purpose beyond your grave.
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... with the tacky ending removed.

Broken, lost, separated, divided.  East and West across the concrete wall.  Heaven and Hell across the dwelling space of the present, here on Earth.  My arms feel the scorching heat as I reach for you across the void.  I call to you across the fields of perfectly linear knee-high crops, but you only hear those in the same space as you.  You're surrounded by a black wooden frame hung on my grandmother's living room wall, trapped in a snapshot which will never fade, but only whose fashion will become outdated.  As a dove takes flight in slow motion from your shoulder it smudges the paint still wet from your surroundings.  It shatters the glazing that separates you from sanity as the shards fall and stab the floor, giving it a new wound to bleed through, forever drowning it in a merciless infection that spans the space between my heart and my mind.

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Inspired by memories.

A droning silence buzzes in my head and numbs my thoughts.  My palms and my fingertips still tingle from the impact of landing on the wet stone floor, thrown by your careless words and selfish motives.  Things taken for granted for some might not be second nature for others.  Don't punish me for the knowledge I lack that you believe I should have been born with. 

Every day that goes by feels like an elephant in my lungs, monopolizing my vital space, spiriting away my breathing air, and trampling over my thoughts, my dear and last possessions.  You've created the monster in my closet; now I can no longer sleep soundly.  You've birthed this horror to me without reason or a fair trial.  But you've sentenced me to this cell where I live in the shadow of guilt and my only advocate is the mold that covers these dripping stony walls.

Kill me now, end this agony so that I may, in return, become the monster in your closet.

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Inspired From answer me.. please...' Need to know... Why?

The promise seems so far away.
And hour by hour, day by day
Further away it seems to get

The runaway feeling that our bodies never met.
Confide in me, release in me, Let your flesh be freed upon me.
Feel how my soul tears itself in two
And how both halves reunite in you.

Impatiently I wait and long for her warm rain,
For her blood to run through my own vein.
Hopeful is the day when there will be no pain,
Hope without which any fool would go insane.

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Alone at the mid-point of this bridge interfacing solace and lechery, I stop to watch the ice cold black moonlit river flow far beneath my feet.  I need to stop and catch my breath, running from the hotel room far behind me where I tried to cheat life, betray the very meaning of love, and defile its definition, only to satisfy my own craving.  I thought I could fool myself for a moment, and secretly indulge in the temporary passion of hedonism.  But instead they violated me, choosing to use me for an equivalent disposable pleasure, my sense of foresight having been far less than the price of my flesh.  Like an apple they consumed me, but left my core to rot.

I close my eyes and wish myself back into the arms of forgiveness.  But all I can see are the dark walls of the hotel room, where the moonlight was choked by the curtains and the abused open bar fridge stared at me in my shameful nakedness.

I wait in this freezing cold to be taken away.  The snapping pain of the glacial wind on my face will only be the first of many acts of penance I will take against my flesh to chastise myself for this treachery I have been found guilty of.

If I had all the possessions in the world, but didn't have you, I would have nothing, for you are my every thing.  Once I have you, I have no more need.  I hunger for nothing else but you and feel longing for nothing else than your presence.  Feel my flesh next to you all through the night and rest assured that it will always be there, as long as I breathe the air of your air and taste the food of your flesh.

A lust for something hidden away in your mind wanting to be unlocked. A familiar craving. From the tip of your finger onto the tip of your tongue.  Yes. Very familiar indeed.  Something you thought you'd forgotten, yet its sweet taste still lingers in the shadows, concealed in your own memory, locked away, only to be freed unexpectedly by the simple trigger of my touch.  The voice of an old friend, the taste of your first sweet. 

Savor it quietly or luxuriate in it loudly if you wish.  This is my treat.  Just for you.