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I go by the dying beat of my heart,
with every breath now to be my last...
the music to my life's finale,
with a withering sound.
As tears rush from my eyes,
like the joy through my veins...
Your flesh to mine,
and my lips to yours.
Farewell to you Darling,
are my only lying words to you,
as you will only be blind to me
I shall tell you of my love...
Embrace me once more,
and kiss me with forced elation,
the inspired yet sorrowed passion...
Once more, here and now...
With a withering sound,
and my lips to yours
and I shall tell you of my love...
Once more, here and now...
I go by the dying beat of my heart...
As tears rush from my eyes...
Farewell to you my darling,
Embrace me once more.
with every breath now to be my last...
the music to my life's finale,
with a withering sound.
As tears rush from my eyes,
like the joy through my veins...
Your flesh to mine,
and my lips to yours.
Farewell to you Darling,
are my only lying words to you,
as you will only be blind to me
I shall tell you of my love...
Embrace me once more,
and kiss me with forced elation,
the inspired yet sorrowed passion...
Once more, here and now...
With a withering sound,
and my lips to yours
and I shall tell you of my love...
Once more, here and now...
I go by the dying beat of my heart...
As tears rush from my eyes...
Farewell to you my darling,
Embrace me once more.
Literature
Prisoner
her dreams all broken loose.
Memories, unconfined,
escaped her past,
they roost now in the tangles
of her disordered present.
Literature
Scarmaker
Scarmaker
Your promises kept~
Breaking Breaking Breaking
I tried to hold those hopeful words you said
But you've always managed to hurt the both of us in the end
Our tears shed~
Seething Seething Seething
Down and away like liquified memories of regret
While every stinging mistake rushes back and quickly spreads
My hands left~
Trembling Trembling Trembling
I find myself feeling lost in this inner emptiness
As all my love for you continually escapes from my chest
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This is our last resort / Please, don't say it's so
There's no trusting me anymore / Please, you don't have to go
We tried, but it just can't work / Then I swear that
Literature
On my own apocalypse
If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
sublime devastation,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance.
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A person dying in the arms of the one they love, kissing them goodbye, and reassuring them that everything will be ok.
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I cried so much
Absolutely beautiful
Absolutely beautiful