Dying in your arms

[phoenixowen]

I had a dream last night I was dying.
Dying in your arms.
And I was sick and tired of trying;
Could not escape this harm.
And we were together and we were crying;
Crying in sudden alarm.
Coz soon we would be separate;
You alive; and I'd be gone.
And your comfort I was buying;
And you were screaming that this was wrong.
And I said I'd be with you soon.
And you cried "that's far too long."
Tears and blood combining,
As I woke from this morbid psalm.
My mind had been reminding
You are my fortune, you are my calm.
Find me tomorrow, I won't be dying;
I wont be subject to the harm.
For on that day I'll be lying.
Resting in your arms.

 

[up all night]

This was lovely. Beautiful.

 

[plazma]

A-fucking-mazing.
-plaz out-