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
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Mine too.
Sucks to feel that way, but it sure inspires cool poetry!
Hey, it's been a while since I've been able to stop by.
Amazing poem as always, I guess I'm just attracted to ...depressing... (for lack of a better word) poetry. I know from experience the feelings imparted in this one. Thanks for sharing.
By the way, the comment page (that I'm on now) is in Japanese on my computer. I don't know if it's just my comp, but it is just the comment pop up.
It's terrible to lose your dominatrix.
Hi Solace,
I like dark poetry too. Or stuff that's absolutely ridiculous and idiotic. The in between, maudlin stuff tends to bore me.
Dusty, I'm sorry you lost your dominatrix. But I refuse to contemplate this in too great of detail!
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