Cemetary
Graveyard of broken words,
lay to rest the things I never say.
Lock them in this velvet coffin,
lower them to their death.
Shall rot and decay steal away
the meanings of my dreams?
And when the truth hath peeled away,
like skin from the bone,
exposing weakness in its oozing wounds.
Bleeding dry the fonts of wisdom,
smashing hearts,
snipping the earthly ties.
The Sisters Three hath sharpened their blade,
forth they come to spirit me away.
To lay me down in this soil,
close the lid on the remnants of life.
A sweet, velvety plush,
I take the plunge.
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