Silvana Gaspar

Seas of drowing water
Words of faded breath
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May death kiss you upon your lips
and spit within the abyss
where the seed of evil grows
And take the hand of white light
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To cut life and let death within
And breed pure evil
for every blood cell is to thirst
for the life that death brings
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I wish to be whipped by the rope
that entwines destiny with fate
For the shade of my inner self
to be released from the stones of boredom
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Does the soul feel the pain of the burning fire,
as its carcass turns above the flaming heat
Can it feel the breath of the chocking steam,
curling through its broken skin.
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Death does breathe life
as life breathes death
For life cannot live without death
or death die without life
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