Fade
Perhaps like all good witches are destined to do
All this is simply reaching further beyond time and space
The rules aren't merely bent, they're gone, and part of me is too
When pain transforms to numbness, it barely leaves a trace.
Flesh dwindles, no amount of nurishment could now retrieve it.
Your love to me is sweet release, I gratefully receive it.
All this is simply reaching further beyond time and space
The rules aren't merely bent, they're gone, and part of me is too
When pain transforms to numbness, it barely leaves a trace.
Flesh dwindles, no amount of nurishment could now retrieve it.
Your love to me is sweet release, I gratefully receive it.
posted by WebKat at 5:14 AM
1 Comments:
someone told me once, there is sometimes beauty in death. i guess that i never understood that, until now. various ways of dying; not death but metamorphosis.
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