In the Dark

Your so cold
But a warmth against my skin

The only place I have known
Comfort and safety

Here I seek your embrace
In the coldness and ambiguity
Of the darkness

You keep me safe
And loved
But you love everyone
Just the same

Your cold hand of death
I feel as the warm hand of a lover
A lover you have been

And soon I will leave with you
In the pale morning light
When the dark fades
Darkness will envelope

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