You stand there on
Behalf of the other half of me.
Starving and waiting to be seen,
By the only thing that's destiny.
Prodding the monster inside of me,
The darkness that welcomes me.
An eternal pit of endlessly,
A bliss we share mutually.
I dream of lackluster lips
That drip down, dry and slowly but dully die.
Yet...as time goes by..
Why does my mind...
..wish to die?
With a love like lice,
Both hearts warmed over with ice
No one thought twice,
Our neatly negative neds...
...made nice all through the night. BUT
Impatience is acceptance
(Why we're both down here in caskets)
Due cause
"Hopeless romantics"
Maybe it's all just fanatics...
Or maybe my dreams of death
Have been breathed into life by the lips of the angel of death.
Pardon my address,
But your lips are my caress.
In your feathered wings,
I find my nest.
There's nothing left, no test;
Just our final loving contest.
The eternal embrace of finally finding fate...
Locking lips with ice....
Saying I love you and closing our eyes goodnight...
Gripping your bones skin tight...
Praying to God we both don't survive...
Just grab my hand and dive.
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