Pain

I was feeling your touch, at times, I couldn't believe that body was mine- is this my voice dripping from within?
If we could see through each other's eyes and feel the same heart aching, if we could wear the same flesh and let yourself pierced by my touch, would you still return to your cold self?
The night silences pain sweeping the conscious, and we pretend we're not alone because we just need a bit of warmth, that's all.

I didn't know if I should upload this drawing because I drew it mostly for myself, it's a bit different than what I usually draw, even macabre. But I see it rather as an explicit depiction of a metaphor.  

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