I am death.
A heart beats motionless in my chest,
to sway none but me.
If thought were passion I would carry the world,
but alas, the world would have none.
My heart is death and longing,
for beneath my baser instinct
is a depth of soul that no life aught to plumb
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
I am death.
A heart beats motionless in my chest,
to sway none but me.
If thought were passion I would carry the world,
but alas, the world would have none.
My heart is death and longing,
for beneath my baser instinct
is a depth of soul that no life aught to plumb