IN THE PINES

HATE ME, tell me lies
kill me, mother dies
lick me — other side
i’m walking death
to you — loving
fucking all of you
my living is a life
but my dreams sing
between the falling
light of the pines
oh, my heart sang
the day i died
My hair fell yes
across the brow
of my heart last night
and the pines,
where sun never shines
i shiver all through
the long nights
when i realized
my life is a dream
and mother —
she died when you
kissed my heart
and gently killed me

:: 10-11-2014 ::

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