Quiet Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poetry-drabble concerning the dependency people have upon relationships and their power to emit flaws from a seemingly perfect being.

Submitted: February 21, 2013

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As a child I hated
As a child you grew
Disrupted the blood lust
Together, we flew

We captured the nightmares
The sinewy glow
Our whispers of whispers
Becoming the show

Oh, why hate so harshly
You murmur, your voice
The harshest of noises
Bestowing my choice

For I'm not the monster
I just hold my hate
You place yours within me
A secret, unchanged

Hatred is broken, but
You've stolen my heart
A one legged journey
In death do us part

So let us be headstones
Concealing the wounds
And let them be lilies
From ugliness bloomed

Lilies of my leaving
So perfect, so white
Soon enough, they shall crumple
Reflecting the night

In death of my being
They pay their respects
In death of your absence
You prey on the next


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