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Deaths inspiration
Lay me on a bed of lilies,
flowers of white,
fit for a corpse,
fold my hands atop my breast
of course.
I'm married to death
this unnatural force
A hooded figure in black
Who shows no remorse
Skin turning blue
Loves one true hue
I accept death's sweet kiss
and become his pale muse.
flowers of white,
fit for a corpse,
fold my hands atop my breast
of course.
I'm married to death
this unnatural force
A hooded figure in black
Who shows no remorse
Skin turning blue
Loves one true hue
I accept death's sweet kiss
and become his pale muse.
Published 5th Aug 2011
| Edited 5th Aug 2013
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