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His empty eyes,
Were filled with pain,
And those fragile lips,
Stained with smiles.

There was warmth,
In his touch,
But it always left,
Tendrils of ice.

His musical voice,
Fell like midnight snow.
Each word a note,
In his own requiem.

It was years ago
That I first saw,
All the demons
Nested in his head.

I was arrogant,
Foolishly believing
That I could save him,
From himself.

He'd been dead for so long,
A ghost with human skin,
But no one could ever see,
Behind his gentle grin.

"I'm hopeless"
Were the last words
He left for me,
On that bitter note.

He died in May,
So many years back,
But they pronounced him dead
Last June.
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:iconroadtowhatever:
RoadToWhatever Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Such fragile words,
brilliant!
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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DeathMonster777 Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
This makes me cry. Oh, so beautiful but sad.
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. And yeah, sad.
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mittens150 Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Student General Artist
Sad, so sad...
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Unfortunately true.
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Zaegandun Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
wonderful and sad
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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