My sweet sister
Calling from above
I am on my way
Riding on a dove
Here I come
On my way
I'll be with you always
Till death that day
I am happy
Alive with you
All 18 months
Till Death does do
I will always love you
Can I pray
If I may
- For Holy body
And Holy soul
I would give my life
To hold -
I sit in my room
Reminiscing over a past blister,
Remembering the gloom
And the death of my sister.
The death of my sister;
A pain long past due,
Hidden 'neath the blister.
Nothing I could do.
This four leaf clover
Can't do a thing for me.
My sister's life is over,
And my turn is soon to be.
I'm trying to be brave,
But it's hard to be a brother
When she's lying in a grave.
I told life that I cheated with her sister death,
and how she has promised to set me down in
her bosoms
her graveyard of old lovers.
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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