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Omnis Atrum Jan 2012
I whisper to the empty pillow that you once held
tighter than you could ever hold another person,
and remember that you require quiet at night
so I keep the rest of my sentence to myself.

Tighter than you could ever hold another person
my lips are sealed so that I do not make a sound,
I keep the rest of my sentence to myself
in hopes that the silence will lure you quickly home.

My lips are sealed so that I do not make a sound
as I hear the constant dripping of the falling rain,
and hoping that the silence will lure you quickly home
I walk outside to blow the clouds far away.

I hear the constant dripping of the falling rain
that suppresses any other sounds from being heard
as I walk outside to make the clouds go away
I realize that you fell asleep on the couch

I suppress any other sounds from being heard
in remembering that you require quiet at night
until I realize that you fell asleep on the couch
after whispering to the empty pillow that you once held.
Omnis Atrum Jan 2012
With our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent
with blind zealotry they refuse to relent opposing our mergence
so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

As we share these moments and begin our physical ascent
be aware that they will not capitulate in calling for our penance
with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent.

Remember this simple covenant in order to circumvent
the condemnation of our actions as unforgivable flagrance
so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

In these sheets we have long forgotten the ******'s lament
because the silent weeping is drowned out by our cadence
with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent.

By our mutual pleasure we have earned their unrelenting resent
and we are endlessly castigated for our lack of temperance
so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

The cries of fanatics prove their opposition to be hellbent
they would prefer that we endure the torment of abstinence
with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent
so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

— The End —