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May 2012
I touch your face in my dreams
I feel your head laying on my shoulder
I smell your hair as I run my vile hands through
you kiss my decaying chest as I begin to wake up
your heart beats strongly against my still one

my cold skin soaks up your warmth
my teeth chatter as I try to speak
worms crawl from my eyelids
the perfect night turns into dreadful day
like a spring of pure water suddenly diluted with filth
innocence is quickly overran with guilt

angels fall to become demons
then fill you with poisons of a supernatural kind
putting temporary patches on the punctures


© 2005 joshua deathdealer
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