Pierre Pabstel

Your soft skin
Your soft lips
Pressed against mine
My hands on your hips
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Oh Great Muse
Great Spirit of lyric poetry
Help me write
For my beloved, so lovely
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Note: Thx Khaldun Atum for showing me the acrostic poem.

Death is part of life
Is an indefinite state
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Searching the night
My teeth glinting
Murder in my soul
With the bright moon glowing
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I walk out your door
In the night air
I run a blood dripping hand
Through my short hair
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You seem
Just too far away
I can't reach you
When I need you today
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I slide down the wall
Life fades to black
To get my sleep
Regain the energy I lack
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With a dagger in hand
Dripping blood, your life
Your body in the corner
Your family's strife
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Lying on the grass
My blood flows away
With you at my side
I will die today
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With my knife in your chest
And your blood on the floor
On my hands, on the walls
Your life is no more
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Gazing at the night sky
I wish I could fly
To escape the fear
And the pain that is near
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As the sun sets
Casting our shadow
Since the day we were one,
I've lost my sorrow
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With its sharp beams,
Its rays of light
It cuts through my dreams
It cuts through the night
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With hate in my heart
Your blood in my hands
Your fatal undoing
Was your final demands
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Over your body
Your soul in death,
Revenge in my heart,
Curse on my breath
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The dusk bells toll
On silent Venezia
The City of Masks
Of the bella Italia
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Thoughts swimming
Head spinning
My thoughts turn to you
My confusion grows anew
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Your eyes shine
In the moonlight
Love between us
In this silent night
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Eyes glinting
Hips swaying
Under the moonlight
You dance
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As the stars
Come out to play
The perfect end
To this day
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