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Living Death/Dying Life

by DisenchatedDestroya 1 review

Living life in Death's constant shadow must have some side effects... Please read and review :)

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2011-12-18 - Updated: 2011-12-18 - 429 words - Complete

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Living Death/Dying Life




I come home to find you’re gone again,
Gone, gone. No, please no,
Gone again, gone, just gone again.
How will I survive?
What if you don’t?

I only just managed to,
To banish the smell,
Smell of the devil,
Smell of Death,
Smell of you;
The smell of Death’s sweet cologne from my worn-out clothes.
But we’re back again,
Back for more.
I think I’m getting sicker than you are.

I get to the ward to find you’re dreaming again,
Dreaming, dreaming. I wish I could be,
Dreaming again, dreaming, just dreaming again.
How does it feel?
What do you see?

I only just managed to,
To banish the sound,
Sound of sickness,
Sound of agony,
Sound of you;
The sound of Death’s sweet serenade from my muted mind.
But we’re back again,
Back for more.
I think I’m getting sicker than you are.

I stop by to see you’re destroyed again,
Destroyed, destroyed. Just like me,
Destroyed again, destroyed, just destroyed again.
How can I help?
What if I can’t?

I only just managed to,
To banish the view,
View of the blood,
View of the dying,
View of you;
The view of Death’s sweet embrace from my empty eyes.
But we’re back again,
Back for more.
I think I’m getting sicker than you are.

I come home to find you’ve returned again,
Returned, returned. Home with me,
Returned again, returned, just returned again.
How are you feeling?
What if you asked me?

I won’t even bother,
To banish the smell,
Smell of the devil,
Smell of Death,
Smell of you;
The smell of Death’s sweet cologne from my worn-out clothes.
Because we’ll be back again,
Back for more.
I think I’m getting sicker than you are.

As Death’s sharp love-bites will testify;
I’m getting sicker than you are.
I am sicker than you are.
I’m back for more to help me through you.
Nobody sees,
Sees that I’m sicker than you are.






A/N: Thank you very much for reading; please tell me what you think! It was kinda inspired by both real life events and the song ‘Camisado’ by Panic! At The Disco, it was originally meant to be a song but that idea kinda died when I came to the realisation that a) I own no instruments, b) I play no instruments and c) it is nothing like a song. Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! :)
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