Coffin of Time

April 26, 2011
Consume me
And all that I am
'Till the rivers run red
With the blood of the lamb.
Turn me,
Facing death; charming
With eyes of black and
Lips of red.
Twist my fate
Round your finger, lies
In the wake of your smile.
Laughing, plunge me
Down and seal up the locks
Of your dead embrace, this
Home of mine, this
Coffin of time.

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