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Corpses At a Funeral
You take me
Missionary style on the bed
Staring into my eyes
Bleeding me until I”m dead
Bruising my wrist, and breaking my skin
Leaving me raw, empty
Void
Easy target
Simple fuck
I never meant anything
I’ll never mean anything again
I close my eyes
It’s all too much
Hours later,
Laying in the dark, listening to you breath
Trapped in my thoughts
Wondering if rape can come in a box
Tied and so perfectly made
I begin to cry
It’s such a shame
I can’t seem to remember what it was like
When sex was beautiful
When it breathed life into me
And it wasn’t a game
In the morning we rise,
You kiss my lips
And sigh my name
Smiling and touching my face
Loving me
As you always have and I have died
Slipped and become a corpse
It isn’t your fault
It isn’t mine anymore
I’m just dead and listless...
Useless
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-Carefully dissect the part of me that died, leave it out for you to take. I wonder, do you notice the difference between the living and the dead?-
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