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Friday 3 May 2013

Buried


Buried

And there he lay buried,The earth his womb, it’s warmth like his mother’s. She sung to him a lullaby, seducing him as he melted in her embrace. He stained her in red as he slept, and yet she sang.
For it was his time to rest,
He had fought with the best.
She caresses his body,
As he took his last breaths,
Melting in her embrace,
And hiding his face.
No enemies to fight,
No friends did remain,
In him , she was there,
In her, there was pain.
But before he laid, 
He bought a knife.
And with a fine thrust,
He slid it inside,
And then it burst.
Black poison it flew,
Like a river he once knew,
And corrupted the sand,
He fell on the sand,
And with a smile on his face,
He slept in her embrace.

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