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Last Supper
I'm hungry, so hungry for one last taste of you
Remember me tomorrow, remember me if it's the last thing you do
Don't forget to look for me when you follow me down to Hell
I'll be there waiting to protect you behind the bars of my cell
A lifetime of sinning bought me a room with a fiery view
But what the Hell, it's a crib with a bed built for two
So remember me, remember my scent, it'll guide you to me
We will never be free but we can burn together for eternity
Don't forget how delicious I taste or the look on my face
Knowing this flesh and blood supper was my last fall from grace
Remember me tomorrow, remember me if it's the last thing you do
Don't forget to look for me when you follow me down to Hell
I'll be there waiting to protect you behind the bars of my cell
A lifetime of sinning bought me a room with a fiery view
But what the Hell, it's a crib with a bed built for two
So remember me, remember my scent, it'll guide you to me
We will never be free but we can burn together for eternity
Don't forget how delicious I taste or the look on my face
Knowing this flesh and blood supper was my last fall from grace
Published 27th Feb 2015
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27th Feb 2015 11:06pm
I reposted this with the title altered from "Last Meal" to "Last Supper" and included it in the competition "Your Last Poem". JJ
28th Feb 2015 2:20am
28th Feb 2015 7:09am
Thanks Grace! It is supposed to sound final, as I wrote it for the contest "You're Last Poem", which is to write a poem as if it was going to be the one you write just before dying if you knew you were about to die.
JJ
JJ
