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The Bloody Musician


Thud thump thud thump--

Life's musical rythms shout into my ear.

The organ leaping with love pumps blood,

And without it I am a sunflower with no sun near.

 

Love beats the drum in sync with mine.

The soul that mesmerizes my own--

He is my eternal valentine.

His breathe tickles me when speaking in hushed tones.

 

An infant in the strength of his arm--

Like a treasure I cling to him.

In his safety I am unharmed.

In love I drown for I cannot swim.

 

Death and love triumphantly snatch my soul.

Without him I float transparently,

And blood seeps through an aching hole.

Alone, I would lie beneath the foresty.

 

Soft an pink--

Like the pedals of a rose,

I sink---

Into them witout any oppose.

 

Thier dampness tickles me--

Until I blush.

And with my eyes I plea--

I do not want to rush.

 

Frosty air burries its fangs into my lungs--

As I crawl out of the earth's heart.

Toward my love I run,

And as long as our chests flutter we are never apart.

 

If seperated as far as heaven from hell--

Let my every limb drop like rain.

I would search for eternity rather than say farewell.

A lamb at the alter of love I would endure any pain.

 

He thumps the drum sticks on my heart.

Thud thump thud thump--

We must never be apart.

 

 

 

 

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