Sister Death
Look at me, Sister Death.
Raise your gaze
Dry your brow.
Come to be, Sister Death.
Lament
Pour your soul
your pain unto me
Listen close, Sister Death.
Starvation leads not to salvation
Let time develop
Wade on through your youth
There is no need, Sister Death
Cut the rope
Untie the noose
It is no use, Sister Death
To rush the day
To lasso the sun
to try to drag it inside you
Close your legs, Sister Death
Quantity of partners
equals not physical age.
Put away your eager breast, Sister Death
The time to feed will come,
But, not quite yet.
Give it time, Sister Death
Forlorn not the day
Forlorn not your tears
Your heart beats slow
Your tears stream swift
Wait for the dawn, Sister Death
Awaiting you, a most precious gift.
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