*I am but borrowed passions,
Everything a gesture
To impress unrequited lovers,
My lips touched by corpses;
Caressed by the dead
As an object of ***
Each kiss poisons--
Hollows this person,
Until she is naught but body--
Skin, ******* and withered bones--
Lying in a coffin, legs exposed;
She'd call it necrophilia
But life had left, long, long ago.*
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
*I am but borrowed passions,
Everything a gesture
To impress unrequited lovers,
My lips touched by corpses;
Caressed by the dead
As an object of ***
Each kiss poisons--
Hollows this person,
Until she is naught but body--
Skin, ******* and withered bones--
Lying in a coffin, legs exposed;
She'd call it necrophilia
But life had left, long, long ago.*
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