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do us part -
Twin souls. Twin hearts.
From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.
Drying out our skin like the paper,
of which had written our vows.
Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.
I do and I do
You may kiss,
Our cue
But in separate coffins, I lost you.
My partner.
My other.
My skeletal muse.
Til death
do us part -
Then we married.
That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.
We dwell in happiness,
through sorrow,
sickness and health.
But why not death? In this marriage?
Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.
Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish.
Til death
do us part -
Escape from my crypt in the mud.
We have worked so hard,
constructed temples of our love.
By kingdom come, we shall be as one.
Til death
do us part?
No.
Til death
we'll wed again
Twin souls. Twin hearts.
From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.
Drying out our skin like the paper,
of which had written our vows.
Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.
I do and I do
You may kiss,
Our cue
But in separate coffins, I lost you.
My partner.
My other.
My skeletal muse.
Til death
do us part -
Then we married.
That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.
We dwell in happiness,
through sorrow,
sickness and health.
But why not death? In this marriage?
Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.
Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish.
Til death
do us part -
Escape from my crypt in the mud.
We have worked so hard,
constructed temples of our love.
By kingdom come, we shall be as one.
Til death
do us part?
No.
Til death
we'll wed again
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Last Message
Foreboding package
your final story to the world
I cannot open it
Literature
Why wont you let go?
Do you know what it feels like?
To feel nothing yet delve
into the darkness,
plunging into the unknown.
The unknown consumes you,
and you don't know
what to do with yourself.
Because you're just that detached;
isolated from everyone else.
You don't feel angry, oh no.
That isn't what you feel.
You just feel void, empty.
Like there's no emotion in you,
because
no one can contemplate,
or even understand you.
And you're just plagued
by this idea that
you brought this upon yourself.
All this sadness,
is because of you
and because you
wont let go.
And because you wont let go,
it'll keep coming back and
coming back to haunt you -
you'll
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The Truth (And The Lie)
I'm br(OK)en, really.
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I always thought saying, "Till death do us part" was in it's own respect, morbid.
Just how we all dress in black at a funeral? Why? Those that are religious why dress in black? Shouldn't you be wearing white?
Just how we all dress in black at a funeral? Why? Those that are religious why dress in black? Shouldn't you be wearing white?
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Technique ImpactWow, that's the first thing that popped into my head when i finished reading. I--being a poet and loving poetry-- can't get enough of this because i actually never thought of that. They say "till death do us part," but it's like you said, what about afterwards? They say love transcends eternities upon eternities, eons upon eons, so why does something as petty and little--compared to love--as death separate love? you make a great point in the wonderful piece of poetry. The part where you said "But in separate coffins, i lost you. My partner. My other. my skeletal muse." I was just clapping my hands only able to utter the word "wow." I just loved that line it was so...so...emotional i guess, almost as if i could feel something in it. I've never done a critique on poetry and im glad I've chosen you to be the first, I've never rated anybody as high as you either, great job, astounding poetry! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
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