throat-slit muses.
(bleeding from
my pen.)
++++13+++++++
oh no..
its..
happening
again..
demons
marching
row by row.
(with throat-
slit Muses
Bleeding From
My Pen.)
+
i thought
A Perfect Kiss
would Save
Me..
but it never
quite
works out that
way...
since Love
inspires Willful
Slavery!
(and we
Suffer
it's Lashes
Everyday.)
+
Our First
Hello was
Goodbye in
Disguise..
so why
bother
telling her
The Truth?
concerning
My Exile
from
Paradise!
(which
happened
early on
in Youth.)
+
Still..
I tend
to wonder
all too
often..
was it
merely
Destiny?
For my
Heart to
Become
an Icy
Coffin?!
which
led her
thus
to seek!!!
(A Light
within The
Darkest Parts
of Me.)
+
damn..
it's happening
again..
for the Very
Last Time..
Throat-Slit
Muses Bleeding
from My
Pen!!!!
(as
Thanatopian
Bells Now
Chime.)
j.stephen.h.
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