Ode to James

Erupting into black volcanic ash
Dreams, hope, sanity and all were now past

Grayest moon staring down at his backlash
Shivering, shaking, why can’t love last

Slipping into pure white shades of darkness
Fleeting fiery thoughts of flat lines

Craving for some kind of pure tenderness
Falling, failing upon paradigm mines

Your leaving brought a never ending storm
Dodging, running I tried to evade it

But stay it did with hot relentless scorn
Yearning, hoping, believing it would quit

Now there can be no more maddening sense
Now just the forever of your absence

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