I would never want it to be my Lot,
To be the one whom Death forgot.
Or worse- to find that Death had Died!
Condemned lot, to remain Alive.
What's a memory lapse
Compared to that?
Ohhh- bemoan me not, my poor lost Hearse-
Lest in it's depth
It carries Death...
'Cause that'd be WORSE.
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Simple Sorrows
PoetryCome fly with me- Such Sorrows within. Come Die with me- The Sanguine Sin Will learn you how to live, Again... -just remember, as you're preparing to leave... ...breathe...- My shorter poems will be in this collection. NOTE- these (and my other po...
