The Silent Pendulum Saga: My Blackened Dove
By The Silent Pendulum
I have experienced beautiful Death caress my simple outline
Her touch
as cold as icy fire, as warm as pulsing veins
I did not tempt to reel
back nor pull away in shame
And for this she did not frown upon me,
but gave me breath again
I see her dancing
Laughing
Hunting
She does not ever cease
I am the only soul to be release
back to the Waking
Yet I do not wish to be amidst
These
hopeless, grieving curs
To have my love
My lovely rave
Return but for a night,
I'd gladly give myself to thee
And
shun the world above
But she does not come
She does not
care
Nor want me against her chilling form
I envy them,
I hate the dead
For they are always near
They taunt me
Torture
Torment me
They sense my aching lust
My Blackened Dove,
come back to me
I yearn for your embrace
Oh sweet Reaper!
Oh beautiful Death!
Come back to me I plead
I no longer want
to suffer life
Nor receive another breath
Purge from me, this
pain inside
This pain that you have caused
I sing for death
I weep for the living
They know not what I've seen
I request
of thee to show mercy
Upon my bleeding heart
Take me as
I am, my love
I wish to caress Death