I
hear your heart went to sleep
A
long, long sleep
On
a sunny day, your warmth chilled
On
a hot day, you became cold
In
your bones, death now lies still
As
your insides float in their own purulence
Diabolical wraiths from your haughty
arrogance
Now extol my innocence
For you chose death over me.
Now extol my innocence
For you chose death over me.
©
Melchowistz 2015.
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