For all the hours I’ve spent
There is always the need to purge
The darkened memories,
The nerve of that which doesn’t leave.
Long after the storm the electricity
Is still circling in my veins
And what it is to suffer
Some wild elemental longing
After the recipient and relief
Leaves the stage.
I am so tired of burning up
From the unspent exquisite weight
Of the heart’s affections,
I simply want to be absolved
Of all these failures.
Hell is a hurt that has no purpose.
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Wow! Very cool!