Mystery Bride

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 23, 2016

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Mystery Bride

That final feeling

Dripping pillars pissing liquids

Guilty are the sick

Corpses shiverin’ braided rivers

Who is your God now?

Does he peer into me?

And lie when he smiles

The practitioner’s sigh

 

(I’m vanishing here)

Pining away

Defrauded by time

“Sick souls seem to seek shelter in more ways than one

And the saddest thing is the clothes they’re all dressed in

Aren’t even their own”

 

Blessed is the sick in me

The patient, the doctor, the thrill in me

Our churches all crumble in time

Predestination came before crime

Queue-

With-

The-

Cripples and frail

As the shivering corpses sing

 

(I’m vanishing here)

Needles in, needles out

A cry for vitamin pill self-denial

I’m the black James Bond of the Special Ward

I watched beggars marry choosers

Pupils eclipsed teachers

Submerging arctic ice-caps

Awakened ancient mishap

 

It’s cold

It’s a cold just been robbed

Feeling more than just been robbed

I feel less than just been robbed

 

Self-Marta

I prove I still love

And I did this for you

It’s under my fingernails

And I did this for you

It’s Hospital Sunday

And I’m thinking of you

It’s under my skin

And I did it for you

 

(I’m vanishing here)

 

Needles in, needles out

A cry for vitamin pill self-denial

I’m the black James Bond of the special ward

I watched beggars marry choosers

Pupils eclipsed teachers

Submerging arctic ice-caps

Awakened ancient mishap

 

Alone

I’m digging a hole

I’m just digging a hole

Alone

This is what it feels like to die alone

This is what it feels like to be alone


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