Tearful Life Tomb
In dreams I may come to you as a fading image,But even in real life, the fading is no deceit,
Growing further apart, not even buried 6 feet deep,
Flesh decomposes everytime we meet,
In the darkness of your Iris, I can see a flame taking it's last breath,
No smoke to choke on, the birth of a tear has taken form,
Let the lonesome wet wanderer make it's way to my finger tip,
Relentless, the devil builds his stone wall,
Through the pile up of bricks, I watch the sadness on your face,
Seperated next to eachother, we stand still tearful,
Rome wasn't built in a day, but our love was...
Minus ten decades, destiny as religion,
Even when not together, we will play the cards right,
A window in your heart, as a burglar I'll make my way in,
Window closes behind me, locks it up, arouses me,
The wings of a dove, embrace your naked body,
Satin soft, still tearful,
Happy and depressed, helpless and obsessed,
Press my cheeck against your naked breast,
On the grave is written Archibald, a man who had no lifepartner,
On the other one Sylvia, unhappily married ever after,
Cause of death: A lonely heart,
Cause of death: A wrongfully loved heart,
A tree of might grew on the tomb late in Autumn,
Leaves remain strong, fruits of love were born...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-11-15 at 18:30
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