Death and Decay


Velvet to touch
gentle to love
one single drop
falls from above.

Vivid colors
all shades of darkness
with this thought
and brushes of fingertips.

Smooth to my mind
creativity so macabre
You are like no other
held in the deepest of ways.

Chained to yourself
heart swollen,
touch the lips just once
with death to sleep in.

 

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