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When I still loved thee with my idle brain
when life was still worth living
when colours flooded images
and the clotted, suffocating walls weren\'t pressing on my brain.
When hope wasn\'t an indulgence
when the air did not taste foul
flowers carried not the scents of rotting corpses
when happiness wasn\'t just a word
a chained description of the incomprehensibles.
When I still had a grasp on my sanity
hell a welcoming kindled fire
warming our old feet
and heaven a weightless blanket
preserving our breathless chimes.
Dressed in robes of affection
parading with purposeful intimacy
accept the handle of the painted blade
watch me bleed
smile, look where your heart should be
the key thrown away.