Apr 2018
will you love me when I'm dead
when all the words are put to bed
when all the painful thoughts are shed
and you can live in bliss
will you love me when I'm dead
when shadows let you sleep instead
when ghosts no longer make you dread
my malignant goodnight kiss
will you love me when I'm dead
when I cannot feed your hungry head
when all your thoughts will be spoon fed
I'll await your soul in the abyss
when all the words are put to bed
when all the painful thoughts are shed
and you can live in bliss
will you love me when I'm dead
when shadows let you sleep instead
when ghosts no longer make you dread
my malignant goodnight kiss
will you love me when I'm dead
when I cannot feed your hungry head
when all your thoughts will be spoon fed
I'll await your soul in the abyss
there are times when I feel that my poetry is not always wanted and my thoughts of the other side bring darkness to this side for those I love - and that may well be true
