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Eleutherophobia Nov 2013
I watched as the raindrops
Hit your shoulders
And I remembered a time
When they were my tears
But now my eyes
Empty out
Onto my pillow
It's much softer than you ever were
And I pull out an umbrella
Remembering a time
When you could have offered
Your hoodie up to me
But this is far more rain resistant
And I look down to see
How muddy your shoes have gotten
And I remember
Why we ended the way we did
How messy it all got
Far worse than mud
But your shoes will dry
And after days of wear
The dry dirt
Will begin to flake off
And I will still be here
Content
With my pillow and my umbrella
And slowly begin to realize
How tragic it really is.
Eleutherophobia Nov 2013
To suffer death but not die
How tragic that must be
To be caught up in a web
Spun sadistically for thee

Each spindle spun
And delicately placed
You didn't even realize
When it was constricted around your face

Until you were stuck
Left there to die
But we know the black angel's lips
Never told you goodbye

You were never given the courtesy
To go off in peace
I suppose that is the punishment
When all your life you lived as a beast

Now you lay there still
Only your eyes allowed to blink
And we watch as your heart beat slows
But it will never slow enough to sink

An eternity with your blood pumping through
When you would rather be left cold
You are now forced to remember
Those deaths placed in your hands to hold

Now you wish for their deaths
That came by your hand
But you must stay in this misery
And never be six feet under the land.

— The End —