Burial of my love

Burial of my love

A Poem by throne
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The last time I would ever think of him

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my legs burned with the rage of my soul as it thrashed inside the shell of my tortured body. 
I missed the coldness of his chilled breath, 
and my limbs ached for the felt of his soft flesh. 
The death inside of me
brought decay to my bone and the pores of my skin. 
his death brought rot to my heart and disease to mind at the thought. 
i remember cold days of grey when he sat alone on our bed, 
never wanting to touch me
never wanting to touch life
then on other days when the sky was warm, and bright. he smiled even when it was just another bad day for him,
but he was thankful for the happiness
and he was appreciative of another day
even as he died slowly
even as he rotted in the inside
even as death had chewed him up and spit him out, waiting for the wounds to kill him. 
knowing his eyes could never gaze upon me
knowing his lips could never touch mine
knowing his body was just another rotting
knowing that i could never say i love you again
to him
was shattering
miserable
lonely
sick
sad
it
was
death.

© 2015 throne


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