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night shade
teach me how to die teach me not to cry
death kissed my lips today, I didn't turn away..
I waited to slip into the light, ready to end the fight..
like a young woman bleeding into the cloth of sin
fighting the monster within
running around the catacombs in the darkest hours
I lay you down by grave flowers
carving my name into your cheek, kisses are wiped away but this will always be
forget me nots, he loves me, he loves me nots
my wings melt before I reach the sun
a downward spiral I fall into an ocean of blood
darkness as still as my emotions I feel
forever lingering in oblivion
love grows strange with me
death kissed my lips today, I didn't turn away..
I waited to slip into the light, ready to end the fight..
like a young woman bleeding into the cloth of sin
fighting the monster within
running around the catacombs in the darkest hours
I lay you down by grave flowers
carving my name into your cheek, kisses are wiped away but this will always be
forget me nots, he loves me, he loves me nots
my wings melt before I reach the sun
a downward spiral I fall into an ocean of blood
darkness as still as my emotions I feel
forever lingering in oblivion
love grows strange with me
Published 19th Aug 2014
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Anonymous
29th Oct 2014 8:47pm
Nicely done.. Great rhythm and flow.. Nice phrasing.. You're a very talented writer..
30th Oct 2014 4:55am
30th Oct 2014 2:11pm
the burst of emotion is the strongest force that could push you to write.
writing's still the best outlet, right?
doing poetry is one effective way to realize so many things.
but no matter what you do, do not lose your grip of love (or whatever that is).
writing's still the best outlet, right?
doing poetry is one effective way to realize so many things.
but no matter what you do, do not lose your grip of love (or whatever that is).
22nd Apr 2023 3:38am
Kind of reminds me of a detailed analogy of going through an intimate relationship, and the difficulties that can sometimes bring. There is a surrender of innocence in the captivation of beauty sought here. It's like you're at war with your dark side and you're not sure, because of what could either be lust or satisfaction. You give into the darkness, wanting, needing. Something you don't understand completes you, seemingly. Why is there such corruption involved in satisfaction? I guess that's just my interpretation. Anyway, I like this one the most of what I've read!
26th Feb 2025 5:53am
