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Afterlife Bride
Clawing at my eyes,
I see like a lunatic.
Vision impaired,
Because I'm borderline sick.
Your name stuck in my throat,
A knife caught in yours.
Now I bury us alive,
While it rains and it pours.
I'm not a violent person,
In my defense.
In fact in my dreams
I cut off violent heads!
I see you in the dark,
And when I close my eyes.
Never to open them again,
If I could see your soft outline.
Strings of the heart,
Being cut and untied.
We'll get lost in hell,
I'll be your afterlife bride.
I see like a lunatic.
Vision impaired,
Because I'm borderline sick.
Your name stuck in my throat,
A knife caught in yours.
Now I bury us alive,
While it rains and it pours.
I'm not a violent person,
In my defense.
In fact in my dreams
I cut off violent heads!
I see you in the dark,
And when I close my eyes.
Never to open them again,
If I could see your soft outline.
Strings of the heart,
Being cut and untied.
We'll get lost in hell,
I'll be your afterlife bride.
Published 9th Dec 2010
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