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DYING IN BED
THE bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go - to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, I'm ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
-- // --
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go - to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, I'm ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
-- // --
Published 28th Aug 2013
| Edited 29th Aug 2013
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