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walking down
a broken
lane
broken glass
and pillars
the sparkle
of dull
diamonds
searching for
death in this
desolate land
the sky meeting
with the earth
the red fingers
of the sun
reaching out

toying with
tarot cards
the familiar
pieces suddenly
turned inside
out
the lovers
locked in
a skeletal embrace
and death
my ever loyal
friend
play the cards
again
the same yield

death with his
white skull and
skeletal grin
my craven heart
yearns for
his everlasting
embrace
his white
cold hands
reaching out
for the curve
of my neck
the taste of
my skin as
the blood
spills forth
unceremoniously
under his
hands

dogs shy
away from him
their tails
between their
legs
i worship
him
want the stale
taste of his
breath in
my mouth
as he loves
me
my hair
a shimmering
curtain
spilling between
his hands

is that it?
are the lovers
and death the
same
will i lie
forever in his
passionless
embrace
until
my cold skin
turns white
and then
grey and
then withers
away under
the touch of time

morphine
in my veins
painting a rainbow
in my mind
dulling the
senses until
the knife
comes down
on my hand
spidery hands
reaching for
the curtains
pulling them
closed

all animals
shut themselves
out when
they die
crawling into
their holes
until they feel
the icy fingers
of death at
the back of their
neck

my life is
beautiful
painting with
my brush
all shades of
red spread
across the easel
black spots
of anguish
stains on my
fingers

i twisted
my
ankle on the
slippery
ground the
touch of a
thousand hands
scratching
across my
mind those
boys
beautiful
turn my back

pain in his
red coat
handing me
the straight
razor and giving
me a sly grin
winking his
approval

make my way
across the road
to my love
dressed in
black his
ever grinning
face full
of a dark humor
feel the weight
of his hand
on my neck
his grin against
my cold skin
disappear into
him

the lovers

he is so cold