Artistry of Death
And when I say
I love you,
it means
you can always
stab and stop
every of me.
And by that,
I meant
I can die
for you
endlessly.
My love,
let my
broken bones
and rotten veins
rest on your body.
Kill me
once more.
This time,
magically.
-Let me die in the most artistic way.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
