Love, Wrapped Up In A Coffin - Poem by Michael Robertson
Floating like a plastic corpse in the empty vacuum of reality,
Confined angel, caught between the despairing gates of life
And death, dwelling within subconscious dreams where the
Razors can sing, chanting the bloodshed and fading from this world.
In the spirit of the holiday, the noose hangs from the top of the
Tree, my lifeless body roasting over the open fire, in your honor,
I was waiting only to achieve inevitable failure, the inescapable
Misery, for over a year the roads kept us apart, and faithful we remained.
Shards of my broken mind cutting through my hands, true love
Shining under the inverted moon, crying to a land where sorrow
Knows no boundaries, I am a lost abomination, my soul in atrophy,
Wipe your tears away, my angel, I still hold your hand… spiritually.
My dreams are the knives that carved through my heart,
Happiness is a dead sickness, helpless shrieks of suffering, we
Became so close only to be torn apart, I have no second thoughts,
I have no regrets as I follow you into the next life.
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