morsus-est-nihilum

A plate of raspberries at your doorstep, Both black and red I don't know which one you prefer, Placed beside a back of white fudge flips and a pack of your brand of smokes, And if I catch you at the door? All this courage bought in an apology I'll keep trying to get across, I'll stumble on my valor as it wanes, I can imagine you telling me to leave, Showing me your strengths in full, As I rap defenseless at your castle walls, I know, i know, I told you I'd be patient, You'll start raising your voice as now is not the time, Crushing out the thought this is the place to cry, You know much more of me, To know I can't tell you no,

[Morphine Drips & Hospital Stays] Give me the morphine, Relieve me, I don't want any of this, The pain of life; This bittersweet sensation in the hospital bed of my existence, LET ME GO, Watch me as I fall from it all; Love, That dark temptation, Birthed from the desire of ever-sinking hearts, Tearing the bed-ridden asunder; Such a soft drug it is, Creeping in with paradoxical dreams, Teasing, taunting, clenching, cutting, Cut…me…free, I plead in vain; I want to cry, such a distant ability, When will they bring me, Bring me the sleep, The endless slumber of the life-deprived; It hurts here, one more day, I carry on, never

[Death Side Story of Lover Boy] "Oh, she spoke the death of my heart, With a charming silence," He spoke in last breaths, Upon the platform of his final loss, He died with a smile, Happy, as he'd never been, And those tasked to tend his famous corpse, Couldn't find a way to rid him that smile, His one request, that his heart be removed, And that it be taken to the reason for that smile, The being embodied of his happiness, Though who it had been remain unknown, And to those who had wept at his grave, "I bid thanks to you, And I apologize for my early farewell," Could be seen, written upon the stone, And thought the question r

[i thought you'd like to know....Honey, you're dead] and in those luscious red lips, the kind you like to touch with your own, you find the color of that which you let out, dripping from your fingertips. and in the jet black of that dress you wore the night before, the one you wore when you were happy to live, you find the color i dawn once more, as i carry you home. and in the deepest blue of the midnight sky, on the night you bled your last time, you find the image of the sadness of your loss, as you cease to beat that once loving heart. and in the vivid white of your backrolled eyes, the kind that only show when you loose you

do you, desire the blame, ask forth the shame, of all of it, upon thine self, beg from us pardon, forgiveness for your actions, desire by prayer to your god, pardon, for that which we name, Sin, Oh Mister Sewall, those accused and wrongly judged, your decree presented forth, death by way of "witch", because of you, those poor of fate, hath not a life, anymore.