![]() Lovecraftian RomanceA Poem by
Still is the empty grave,
Now that I have gone. Purest was what I gave, To see my flesh undone. The worms will dally long, Eager for another love. That is where I belong, But I am set above. The walls smelled of musk, With arms of morbid lust. Pale faces that wait for dusk Raise prayers to gods of dust. The coffin was full of rock, But now it softly groans. The tomb had no lock, So Hell can't have my bones. With stride drowned in unknowns, I have left the mouldy earth. With a voice of quaking stones, I will seek my rebirth. What can one know of earth, Until eyes see the other side? That grave yearns for my girth, But hunger will now be my bride. With hands now untied, I'll correct my original sin. Thus choosing not to abide, I shall reknit my skin. You'll be where I've been, And know your own remains. If you're lucky, you'll know when... When you hear me moan: "Brrraaaaiiiiinnnnnssss!" © 2014Reviews
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