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Morbid Beauty
By Quietus
She lies on a glass table
Stab wound in her heart
Breathing
subsided
Until everything stops
And her vacant eyes close
He finds her there
On that glass table
Stabbed in the chest
What a beauty
Is what he thinks
He
kisses her cold lips
And replaces those
Vacant eyes
Ties
her to a canvas
Decorates it with petals
Dripping like her blood
Art is here
Admire the dark
Cold
Numb
Forgotten
Adored
One mans junk
Is another mans
Treasure.
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Copyright 2011 Quietus
Published on Monday, November 28, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Kind of inspired by "Sleeping Beauty" Yay for Disney princesses gone morbid!Comments on "Morbid Beauty "
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On Monday, November 28, 2011, TyrantAvDetForbannet
(274)
wrote:
nice inspiration for this! heh
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On Monday, November 28, 2011, Quietus
(76) wrote:
Haha, thank you! :)
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On Monday, November 28, 2011, rosemaiden
(185) wrote:
that is just beautiful.....
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On Monday, November 28, 2011, Quietus
(76) wrote:
Thank you :) my friend said that too.
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