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By koblo Date: 2004 Feb 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.24.02.59.19596]] |
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If death were to be upon me, I would gladly embrace her frigid bones, Within the darkest clouds of her cloak, My memories would wither away, And they would envelop me. To where the black remnants of her heart pulse the hynotic drones of long dead Gods, Mine would follow. When my eyes would tear for the world The drowning emptiness of her's would whisper and caress my soul, gently she would call, And then, slowly, I would die. For the love of Death. |