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Death walked up to me one night, Slipped me a cigarette We sat beneath the stars beneath my dorm room window, Death said, “I haven’t touched you yet” The next day I heard the church bells toll, My colleague from theater, swung free of her bonds The whole campus chorusing, their Kyrie Eleison Who could’ve known? Who could’ve known? I knew, Death walked in her just as it did me, I watched Death take her aside and haunt her as she desperately tried To find an anchor, to find solace, well hers and mine became the theater When I saw Death with her I envied her the company, Our morbid fixations sought through our scripts, both of us cast The same character, Both of us popping pills carefully hidden in little soap boxes, Boxed up with wine and razors in care packages from the same lover Death sat with me the other night, Held a bandage to my wrist and lay me to bed He lifted his hood, wiped the tears from my eyes, Begged me to dance again, on ankles slit, Caressing me as Elisabeth Now I’ve been kissed, Kyrie Eleison, We shared the same stage, once, Tell me what's waiting there for me Beyond the mist of Chapel Hill
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
KYRIE ELEISON
Death walked up to me one night, Slipped me a cigarette We sat beneath the stars beneath my dorm room window, Death said, “I haven’t touched you yet” The next day I heard the church bells toll, My colleague from theater, swung free of her bonds The whole campus chorusing, their Kyrie Eleison Who could’ve known? Who could’ve known? I knew, Death walked in her just as it did me, I watched Death take her aside and haunt her as she desperately tried To find an anchor, to find solace, well hers and mine became the theater When I saw Death with her I envied her the company, Our morbid fixations sought through our scripts, both of us cast The same character, Both of us popping pills carefully hidden in little soap boxes, Boxed up with wine and razors in care packages from the same lover Death sat with me the other night, Held a bandage to my wrist and lay me to bed He lifted his hood, wiped the tears from my eyes, Begged me to dance again, on ankles slit, Caressing me as Elisabeth Now I’ve been kissed, Kyrie Eleison, We shared the same stage, once, Tell me what's waiting there for me Beyond the mist of Chapel Hill
This was pretty heavy when I wrote it but then I saw the German Musical "Elisabeth" and now it's like, hey Death is pretty swanky let's revisit this poem. #butseriouslythough #whereismyglitteryDeathsuitor #HurryUp
#love#suicide#sad#desire#pain#death#sorry
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DarkSeaMaiden
25/Gender Fluid
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
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