"We'll tie this lace,
Right around your neck.
Like a beautiful piece of jewelry- "
I thought; well, why not, what the heck?
Death conquered me
Those dark, moody waves
I was his abducted child
Stranded, in his crepuscular cave
He made love to my hatred
Made love to my pitch-dark soul
Made love to the blackness
Made love to the grave, narrow hole
Filled me up
The pieces missing
Kissed away my tears
I savored that kissing.
I only wish
For the passion, the flames
In love or hatred
To me, it's all the same.
So tie my neck
With your chain, your lace or metals
Chain my soul,
I can't detect these poisoned petals
White Oleander:
Contaminated corsage you tied on me.
As your poison seeped through my veins
Passionate mirage, while I died to be
Everything, you proclaimed me
All the titles you gave me
Now in expiry
Yes, only in death, I saved ME.
© copyright 2018-2020 NeckLace (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.4) Nicole D'Settēmi
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