Lost Love
By heinzs
Love Lost My love is gone, irrevocably snared in death's cold clinging grasp. Nevermore shall I taste of her sweet red lips, or gaze into her deep dark eyes. I cringe at the thought of maggots infesting her smooth white flesh that once I caressed with passion. My mind shrieks that her delicate perfume should be replaced by a carrion stench attractive only to a necrophile or scavenging black flies. Soon her ravaged bones will join the dance of the dead on Walpurgis night, and I shall watch from a safe distance. Afterwards I will visit her grave, and place there the one red rose, its thorns crusted with my blood and its petals moist with my tears. In time I shall gladly join her in our last dance together. 11-29-2001This is among the darkest I have ever written... don't know what got into me today, 'cause I'm really in a very good mood. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 05:13 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 1
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