Clouded words, dark as night
Are sweet as honey
To only the ears of the blessed
Hearing your voice grants me one last wish
To have our bodies entangled in the grave
Becoming one
In the lonely, desolate field
Where we’re laid to rest
Finally, my hands feel the ground
Once hard as granite
Now warm as the sun
Warming my brittle bones, decaying flesh
We are now one
One with the ground
One with each other
To think is to gratify the earth
Giving her praise for creating you and I
Your lips, hands, face, and hair used to be soft, forgiving, and lustrous
Hard bone to the eyes of untruthful; sins
They now only know of you, my last dying wish
Was to have our bodies buried side by side
With the ability to hold each other when we pass on
Never letting go of my deepest desire
To hide you, my dear, is to capture yourself
Caged as a bird
Begging at the knees of its captors
To be set free
You’ll never fly away
They feed you
You want to survive, don’t you?
Do not fear
You are now free to roam this earth
I give my life to you
You took yours
In turn, giving my back
Perished, on the way back to me, losing its light
Dear, I won’t let go
Take me with you
You regret leaving
Parting was not the hardest
For you see, meeting me in the grave
Was what you feared
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random short stories and snippets that I wrote
Ciencia FicciónThis will be a collection of all the little writings I do just because. Some of the stories will deal with darker subjects such as death and body dysmorphia. I also drew to cover art.
