Nightly Visitors

With every breath I take, I feel my soul cutting the ties that connect it to this cursed casket they call my body.

As I lay awake, I can hear the whispers of the doomed, breathing icy warnings of my inevitable fate.

They do not tell me when, where or why.
But as I do each night, I thank them with a face so pale and white.

At the stroke of midnight only do they wither back into the cracks of my heart.
Only to return night after night,
After night

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One day everyone will leave you
Either in a argument or a casket
Show love be grateful and enjoy
There time while you still have it
(Romee)

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It still continues...
Everytime the sea takes a part of me
And then return the casketed old me.

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All of those
Celebrated
And
nostalgic moments
Within our
love blanket
Is fair and square a cipher
When we are
Within our draped casket.

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Cigarette butt  and grey ash
A life cut short
A casket lowered.

“The Ash” Series (7/7)

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Without him,
She's like an
Alive being, being
trapped
In a Casket.
Too scary to live,
too arduous to come out..

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"Summing Up
My Deep Breathe,
The Happy Moments,
& All The Satisfying Vibes
Along With The Cool Breeze."

,Is The Break
That I Add To The Daily Routine
Casket Of My Mind.

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You return in autumn
I shall fall like leaves
Carry me in casket
My bittersweet!

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Everytime I feel
that it's the time
to bury the casket
of hurts you've given me,
You add one more to it.

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I had guns pointed.
I thought it was for you,
I hurried myself to take every
bullet before it could reach you.
All I could see was nothing,
except for the terror.

I failed to realize that you were
behind the gun.
And I kept on taking the bullets
as if you were before the gun.

The bullets were always for me.
For trusting you, I guess.

My shield turning into
royal orchids, all to bid adieu.
I rest myself here.

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