F/aids.

F/aids.
sne>k

In your arms. Tempting fate.
Toying with goodbye.
So blatantly together.
Tomorrow we must die.
Torrid years of squandering.
The portrait of our fear.
Framing your infection.
I hold your presence dear.
In the arms of emptiness,
these dying wasted limbs.
Praying for a reason.
Shackled by our sins.
Communicating memory.
The hopelessness of such.
Communication solitude.
The whisper of the touch.
Minority misunderstood.
A prisoner of will.
Death would find us sleeping,
and leave us lonely still.
Still waiting on serenity.
Still waiting on a word.
The silence of the dawning.
The loudest I had heard.
The penalty of 'Being'
Being as we are.
The shadows in the fall-out,
of a wish infested star.

sneak.