blood stained walls
and dead flowers placed
on a matchbox:
it all reminds me of you.
what does it mean, little sister,
to be dead?
Does heaven exist,
(and so does hell too?)
Or do you not exist anymore?
I am Orpheus,
hell-bound and obsolete,
longing for what isn’t there.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
blood stained walls
and dead flowers placed
on a matchbox:
it all reminds me of you.
what does it mean, little sister,
to be dead?
Does heaven exist,
(and so does hell too?)
Or do you not exist anymore?
I am Orpheus,
hell-bound and obsolete,
longing for what isn’t there.
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