A Severed Love
My dearest love,
Lying here on the bloody soil,
the world seems so free of toil.
Looking into your beautiful, empty eyes,
those cold blue glistening eyes,
those eyes I've gotten lost in,
those eyes that make me know love even in our short time together,
give life back to my soul.
Oh even now that we're so close together,
it feels like we are so far apart.
I wish in my last moment to hold you.
But I am just a severed head
and your are my enemy, dead.
Yours Truly,
The severed head
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