ME-LOVE-DEATH---PERFECT PICNIC WEATHER
Curled in swirling mystic shroud
these hands I cut from the frozen cross
held prayer burst into the singing cloud
below this earthly cover
love,s creased liers lie
bleached against your broken bone
 ragged worn dancing clothes
complete this sombre goodbye
a Whiskey bottle
collects just a single black rose
thorns red in a crimson soul
footprints leaving
on an ocean saved
blessed on this my only raining day
Alone in a room
plastic swearing emptiness
completes another days wake
unmoved by tapestry slaughter
this laughter that draws the light
death holds the candle
a flame I cannot keep
Hate raises the newest dawn
self-destruction through a bottle born
not enough
for another dreamless knife blunt night
no melted spoon
no stubbed out heart
so beneath that covered bed
you await never losing this beauty
never losing as each wind
whispers the love
I tattooed on my future grave
me, death, and that beautiful picnic
xxx
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