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WickedHope Dec 2014
Where the **** do my arms go?
So many meanings, all of them me.
- - -
Bracci means arms in latin.
aurora Dec 2014
You'll be the third perfect face I've seen in a coffin
When all I should be seeing is wrinkles

The world is a harsh place
KZ Dec 2014
A cycle.
That's all it is.
Everything we do,
Is done again.
Everything we say,
is always the same.
But theres one thing that doesn't change,
Death.
Because nothing happens after that,
Some believe in the afterlife,
Some don't,
Either way,
We will be in a coffin,
Buried deep underground.*
And that would be it.
The end of a cycle!
:)nearly Christmas....londons cold
rantipole Dec 2014
reeking of cigarettes
another shameful night.
"I don't even smoke"
I tell myself.
"everything's fine"
I tell myself.
yes I do,
and no it's not.

energy running low,
I shake off the rust
and pick bullet fragments
from my words.
these wounded lips
have said so much.
this wounded heart
now an empty coffin -
hollow
Argentina Rose Nov 2014
Woke up telling myself I love you

but you had been up all night nailing my coffin shut
breathe in
breathe out*
as they
lower
your
own
coffin
I will wait for you.

In a coffin I lie,
A sentence served
Of life.
Watch me sleep--
I will wake again in your arms.
My heart is cold
Until you thaw it.
This ghost,
This haunting soul,
I will not depart--
Restless but
Waiting...

Come to me now,
For death calls with welcome arms,
Sleep will willingly drown.
Dormition: Act of falling asleep; death.
MeganW Sep 2014
I used to think you were my saving grace but you ended up being a nail in my coffin
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