"An Uncommon Bride."

A love letter to death itself.

 

Wrap your bone-thin fingers around my

aching, tender neck and crush what life

there is left lingering here to live out.

 

Give me a kiss, worth never missing,

a kiss to make my mind go numb &

drain the soul from the shell, pulp &

flesh.

 

Make my bed.

 

Make her of earth and stone, of plant and sand.

Empty her deeply, and pour me in,

pour this liquid I carry around in me 

gently down.

 

Cover me.

 

Keep me safe in the arms of glimmering

rest, of undisturbed sleep & allow time to

blur the line of my existence, until I

exist no more.

 

Until the time when I was drunk & sparkling,

a stunning young ruffian, an heir to a shiny,

sky bound world, running with diamonds on

my eyelashes, fades.

 

There are common, random thoughts,

all popping with sound and colors,

smells and drapped clothing,

sticking to the place where I hide myself.

 

Leave the memories for another;

another thread of life, another

little soul stumbling through this place.

 

I have seen all that I care to look upon;

my best clothes hang in the closet, my

spit-shined Mary Jane's lie beside these

road weary feet.

 

 

I'm to a new journey now. And, I am ready.

 

 

Make me death's sweet, delicate wife.

Reviews

[Ozymandias]

Aaah, since joining here, I'd been looking for something to catch my eye, something that held my attention.
Yours did, it reminds me very much of the more sombre tracks from Sentenced's "Funeral Album" which, I assure you is a good thing.
I can't see any content/context errors, either.
Very well written,
You got a shiver from me.

Ozz.

[Dawn Jones]

Wow, so darkly poetic and beautiful... I admire your use of words and I love the way you write. It looks to me like you are working out your demons... finally. Death is not allowed to take you tho you know. No matter how beautifully you plead... because he would have to fight me off first. :)