Sunday, March 27, 2022

A Morbid Vision Of Ecstasy

Death is like a passionate kiss

You have been dying for

Crying in the darkness

Alone

So many dreams extinquished

Like a funeral pyre spent

Or a candle burning down to nothing

Tended by no one

Her eyes are like the bright light

In a tunnel of black

When you feel the speeding train hit home

Serenity in oblivion

Brutal elevation in a flesh carnival abyss

Falling in erotic splendor

I carry this coffin of desire

This hunger for the end

That will not come

But is waiting

In a morbid vision

Of grave ecstasy.

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