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Corpse Bride

Here I stand,
beneath the world.
I look up but I can't see,
your light has blinded me.

Here I lay and live,
within the whispers and the moans
of the wind and the moon.

Every time you wrap your arms around my neck
it feels like a tightening noose.
Suffocating, murderous…
But it's like asphyxiophilia,
the pain you bring me just feels so good…
When you lean closer for a kiss,
when your cold lips finally touch mine.

I've told you so much,
but you never break your silence.
No words are ever spoken about what remains in your dead heart.
No words are ever spoken of the unseen flame that I hope still burns inside.
Does it burn for me?...

Unspoken words hanging from cadaveric tongue and lips,
and my heart beating faster,
hanging itself in the silent sway of your hips…
Making me miss life…
Making me want to run to the very edge of the world
and just jump off to see what's beyond.
And yet here I stand…
Never running away or spreading my wings.

Every time you wrap your arms around my neck
it feels like a tightening noose,
but I don't mind playing the masochist for once…
When you hurt me with your absence,
when you scar me with your presence…
When you lean closer for a kiss
and your cold lips finally touch mine.

For how could I ever resist the touch
of what I want the most…
Of something so beautiful,
my sweetly cruel corpse bride.
Everything I've ever wanted,
so very close,
and yet so very far…
Unattainable.

Description
Corpse Bride

Here I stand,
beneath the world.
I look up but I can't see,
your light has blinded me.

Here I lay and live,
within the whispers and the moans
of the wind and the moon.

Every time you wrap your arms around my neck
it feels like a tightening noose.
Suffocating, murderous…
But it's like asphyxiophilia,
the pain you bring me just feels so good…
When you lean closer for a kiss,
when your cold lips finally touch mine.

I've told you so much,
but you never break your silence.
No words are ever spoken about what remains in your dead heart.
No words are ever spoken of the unseen flame that I hope still burns inside.
Does it burn for me?...

Unspoken words hanging from cadaveric tongue and lips,
and my heart beating faster,
hanging itself in the silent sway of your hips…
Making me miss life…
Making me want to run to the very edge of the world
and just jump off to see what's beyond.
And yet here I stand…
Never running away or spreading my wings.

Every time you wrap your arms around my neck
it feels like a tightening noose,
but I don't mind playing the masochist for once…
When you hurt me with your absence,
when you scar me with your presence…
When you lean closer for a kiss
and your cold lips finally touch mine.

For how could I ever resist the touch
of what I want the most…
Of something so beautiful,
my sweetly cruel corpse bride.
Everything I've ever wanted,
so very close,
and yet so very far…
Unattainable.