My relationship with Death is impeccable
Those thoughts now feel like home:
Like peace and serenity
Without them I would be skin and bone—
But futile lungs and a heart that doesn’t beat.
Death makes up the very backbone of me
Without Her I would be nothing.
Her shadow arms embrace me in my dreams
Black lips kiss at my aching hips,
She greets me in bed.
Today we were announced married.
Her dark veil awaiting me at the collapsing arch,
Heart in my mouth
I mutter curses and in return She incites,
Invites.
We are one,
The way it always has been.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
My relationship with Death is impeccable
Those thoughts now feel like home:
Like peace and serenity
Without them I would be skin and bone—
But futile lungs and a heart that doesn’t beat.
Death makes up the very backbone of me
Without Her I would be nothing.
Her shadow arms embrace me in my dreams
Black lips kiss at my aching hips,
She greets me in bed.
Today we were announced married.
Her dark veil awaiting me at the collapsing arch,
Heart in my mouth
I mutter curses and in return She incites,
Invites.
We are one,
The way it always has been.
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