MY SUICIDE REPEATED
Lets play this game again,
slave those hours i gave
i killed some flower, stole its scent
used a borrowed lifetime
so i could write this last letter again
dont need no ink written verses
i use them as they drip from my veinĀ
stories told in muddle
i edge the glory,with the kiss of grey
A last letter lays unburied
A last letter from a dreaming grave
prayer is folded by the days cold whispers
dictation i give so free
and hell holds heavens ears
Holy host you startle
Last letter
Last letter
Alters broken resting place
history is already in the pages
creased skin hangs as evidence
last letter
part two
then Pandora creep of intrusion
lifted clear the tides gentle sway
while i eat the warning chime
defend the rage in curse
around the divide worn on neck they prescribed
burnt hours given in pride
Pandora opened in box
but i ate the contents
just for you
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