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On the cold ground here I lay, Swallowing the feelings I can't convey, And I cry a silent cry, For forever I say goodbye My dress soaked with red, My eyes only perceive dread, My blood filling my throat, My life ceased to devote Then a sudden gift from fate, The black that began to dominate, Fear is not a word to describe, My dead heart began to feel alive From his ankles to his shoulders, Dressed in aristocratic attire, As dark as the sky at night, As noble as the Duke's delight I felt my admiration, When he approached without hesitation, My cheeks stained with blood, But never a trace of disgust Then, my eyes began to close, Such precious moment for me to lose, There is so much to say... In my next life, on my dying day
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Death Is My Lover
On the cold ground here I lay, Swallowing the feelings I can't convey, And I cry a silent cry, For forever I say goodbye My dress soaked with red, My eyes only perceive dread, My blood filling my throat, My life ceased to devote Then a sudden gift from fate, The black that began to dominate, Fear is not a word to describe, My dead heart began to feel alive From his ankles to his shoulders, Dressed in aristocratic attire, As dark as the sky at night, As noble as the Duke's delight I felt my admiration, When he approached without hesitation, My cheeks stained with blood, But never a trace of disgust Then, my eyes began to close, Such precious moment for me to lose, There is so much to say... In my next life, on my dying day
This was actually the first poem I've ever finished. Actually just last year because most of the time I didn't finish my poems prior to this
#death#weird#dying#die#reaper#grimreaper#grim#love#noble#dead
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Androgynous/Wonderland
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
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