Words escape my wounded soul
Like I am bleeding puss
Darkest e’er before the dawn
The night that carries us
Too many words escape my lips
And too few things I say
But on my undead lips allow
A single word to stay
Loving you through times of pain
Has brought me through the days
And if I lost my will to live
Your loss would be my way
Kill me not, oh slayer of
The half-undead and damned
For here my love is given free
Against your vein I stand
Love is killing, slow and cruel
The one you claim to keep
Not together, far apart
I watch you while you sleep
Zombie hands and zombie eyes
That fall for no one else
The loss of you would be for me
My own Danterian Hell
Our nine crimes are haunting me
You are the key to living, love
And should I fail to say it yet
I love you now and evermore
Through pain and fear and fret
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My Personal Curse
There is only one person to whom I wish to expose myself so fully, and in truth I am here only because I do not wish for them to see me as such. If you are the one I am so blessedly possessed by, welcome. To all others,... Please be gentle.
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---Your Slave to Love---
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