Thursday, November 18, 2010

Sweet Nightmare

Kill me softly, bleed me slow, Consume me whole. feel the room grow cold. Take my soul, break my shell, hear my heart's last beats. Listen close to my last breath, don't leave me to die alone. Close your eyes so not to see my pale lips try to move, the saddness in my eyes. My back now arched,ribs exposed, wings unfolding below: my heart is finally yours. Take pride in my decease for my story shall not be told. Lips sewn shut, your fate is now sealed.

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