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My Dead Love
the mangled bodies lie beneath me,
as i watch her face from with a distance,
she's my bride of death
the only soul i bleed.
i bite her flesh, but its decaying in my mouth,
i feel the maggots brush my tongue,
i see them falling out of her flesh
she's all that i want,
my dead love,
teasing me with all that could fall,
she'll fade away with time,
but i'll find another.
so cold as i place my fingers on her skin
like a porcelain doll
she looks as if she's in a deep sleep.
her beauty untouched of the years of ageing
she entices me, i will not find another like this.
Not of this beauty, not of this feel...
She's my dead love, my only love.
as i watch her face from with a distance,
she's my bride of death
the only soul i bleed.
i bite her flesh, but its decaying in my mouth,
i feel the maggots brush my tongue,
i see them falling out of her flesh
she's all that i want,
my dead love,
teasing me with all that could fall,
she'll fade away with time,
but i'll find another.
so cold as i place my fingers on her skin
like a porcelain doll
she looks as if she's in a deep sleep.
her beauty untouched of the years of ageing
she entices me, i will not find another like this.
Not of this beauty, not of this feel...
She's my dead love, my only love.
Published 23rd Aug 2011
| Edited 24th Aug 2011
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