Death Before Disinegration, by \\\\\\\\\\Of Funerals and Dreams////////// Subscribe to rss feed for \\\\\\\\\\Of Funerals and Dreams//////////

DEATH BEFORE DISINEGRATION

A fire is inflames for only so long.

It mesmerizes hopefuls into divinity.

A dying soul is in turmoil for most of eternity.

For when the flesh crawls away in the mouth of madness,
sleep consumes the rest.

I do not want you in pieces.

I do not care for you in dreams.

You can rupture them all easily.

All it takes is infinite wisdom and an envious heart.

As sadness drifts away and my melancholic seasons produce
tears, the failure of it all surpasses scorn.

Will you embrace and caress my heart?

Can you live with my sadness entwined?

My lyrics slur and my breath has the scent of red wine.

The walls trap my deeds and I expire.

I will not allow myself to disinegrate into bone dust.

To walk amongst the undead to feast upon the fallen.

Lie here with me forever under this chemical moon and become
eternal.

Endure the sleep in my casket.

Pronounce your love for me with a singing tongue.

I'll tattoo your name on my lips and engrave your face in my
heart.

And amongst my soul we shall commence.
Posted: 2007-06-05 03:25:50 UTC

This poem has no votes yet. To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.