I want to lie tangled in the thorns of the dead roses strewn upon your grave
And try to impart the last of my warmth to you
As the dying flame of hope within my putrefying heart
Is extinguished
My love was my decay.
(In honor of William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe and Per Ohlin
Also inspired by the old English folk song, The Unquiet Grave)
Lily
(aka Cie)
February 12, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
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