Death Became You
Oh Death became you as you took its name in the drive though chapel. Did you not see the red flags a wavin? Did you not grasp the depth of hesitation In the words we all were sayin? Oh Death fed you full of faux sweet love nothings whispered ferociously into your loving ears, all the verbal garbage you so longed to hear. Then hunkered down in faithful disguise Like a loyal dog at your fucking feet. It seemed so sticky sweet, a fantasy fairytale come to fruition…but you failed to listen. Oh Death became you. With the fists of a coward it bruised your soul, Slammed you against the wall, let you go and threw you down the goddamn stairs. So With the quagmire of a lonely life, You naively chose to be Death’s wife, and now you are all alone. In a grave that never should have been your own, Death became you.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |