La Douleur Exquise

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Stretch me,

and put me in a coffin-

name it; oddly obscure

O sweet child, you won't lose the sight of me

Ever-

I'm yours, perpetually.

I've cut myself on twisted sounds of society

I've been accused of being, existing

I've seen lights as bright bright balls of hopelessness-

Hence, I longed for darkness-

I longed for you, the epitome

You were the glorifying sin I was attracted to,

Like life clings to death

Foreseeing, sweet sweet precaution

has never been my forte

So I saw you sew shut, consuming me whole

And now I see no out,

I miss the world, 

I long for the twisted sounds of society - the bright lights of nothingness

Now that life is no more, I wonder

which longing is stronger-- 


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the title means 'The exquisite pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have'

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