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Depression love--madness and past------All await to fill this undug GRAVE

Inside this undug grave
sitting on a waiting game
unexplained, you expect me to crave
those words which listen before there ever said
words released in a wished upon death

Capture me
im easy to watch bleed
mercy is the seat
threaded in barbed defeat
eaten bones make us choke
deaths a little living joke

Silent stars breathing in a night
filled in the glass held jars
no sound but this pain
my darkness is the only gain

insanity you hold my hand
crushed as the flower seed

quietly I cry in the bedrooms
of misted past

Quietly the room nights
sink as drifting ships
smooth the surface touch

quietly my lover's flay
this prey which prayer 
blinked and washed away

Outside the shaken scene
I lay on frozen snowy sheets
spread in the angel's shadow
my limp pulse taken in gifted dreams

Quietly the icy tears
collected to be raised as
resurrected fear

this corpse
in a mirror smiles
another broken romantic piece
left on the soiled beach
to roll with a spiralling  Atlantic wave
and rest
quietly

as only death will ever save
to fill his undug grave

 

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Djangos Daughter

Brilliantly put  Terry Terri Zo
"Death's  a little living joke"..
Great line X 

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