My Death
my death
my
death
from freaks
minds less complete
peeling so affectionately
what love must be known
through worded window flown
what bird has sunk a vultures tune
must my flesh be taken as meat
the flesh
of
my
love
has been peeled
breathe me through this pain
take this anchor from my cold remains
drift me as wood down streams seas
wall water me through wounded soul
that my flavor be as venom for fools
spare my mind in these times
teach me through these
teach me through
these
shadows
that comprehension be know
shake the scales from eyes that are meant to see
that I may be found as more than just the depths
of
me
let my love
outshine
the rest
of
my death
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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