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She is Death,
but not Release.
She is Madness,
but with Purpose.
She is Malady,
She is Plague,
and her dance card is never as full
as the posies in your pocket,
or the stars in your eyes
[or the ashes in her hands.]
but not Release.
She is Madness,
but with Purpose.
She is Malady,
She is Plague,
and her dance card is never as full
as the posies in your pocket,
or the stars in your eyes
[or the ashes in her hands.]
Literature
Suicidal Revenge
I touched the void
with blood dipped fingertips
and kissed the sky
with poison spiked lips
I said my goodbyes
with a razor blade tongue
and slashed out words
bleeding needs unsung
I saw the world
with eyes of red
and gasped my last breath
in the land of the dead
I thought of you
with disease soaked memories
and autopsied my mind
with self inflicted atrocities
I finally found the truth
with or without you
this death was destiny
something I was meant to do
Literature
Leave her alone!
I see you, hear your cries
They may come from the heart
You blame others for filthy lies
But yet, you fail to see
And still, you fail to listen
You assume, think you know
But you don't understand
I see you, hear you whine
Maybe you really miss her
Maybe you cannot understand
She has a life on her own
Come on, get up. I know it's hard
Move on, you can't have her back
I see you, hear you still
See, the more you complain
The more pathetic it looks
Without a true apology
She is not to blame for this
She had suffered far too long
I see you and hear you
And for the last time "Stop!"
She has enough of you, just go
Leave her, do
Literature
dear death
dear death,
i went to visit my wife today, in the building where i have to breathe through my mouth because it smells like a slaughter house. i don't buy her flowers anymore, because they are almost as dead as she is and giving them to her is like putting flowers on a grave. i don't buy her chocolates, because she'd just vomit them up in a shit-brown wave and she never had much of a sweet tooth anyway. no, i just go by myself and hope that it's enough.
today i realised how much her eyes scare me. they used to be green. mossy green, not emerald green like they say in books, because in real life nothing could possibly be that perfect. but in
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Death is a seductive vixen. So seductive, that she becomes everybody's mistress in the end. She will cause great pain, and when she decides you've suffered enough, she frees you from that suffering, by claiming you for her own. Death is one seriously kinky bitch.