Bringing new meaning
to the day of the dead
my brittle lover,
stone cold, I wed
Kiss me lover,
kiss me friend,
for I am with you till the end...
Once you thrived
before my eyes
now I watch you
slowly die...
Kiss my lips you loved so much
stroke my hair you sought to touch
feel the scars you have mended
whisper things that you pretended...
My words fall upon you
like a flesh eating bacteria
you've nothing left
but mass hysteria...
I wish a longing to go back
when our love was true
and so intact...
I miss your warmth
and witty charm
I'm left a skull
and boney arm...
Kiss me lover
kiss me deep
I'll love you alway
I forever keep...
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