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loss of living
Put me in the ground,
let me fly high above.
Death took me from Heaven,
when his blade struck my mortal flesh.
That's what I am, what you are.
mortal flesh for Death to reap,
props to inflict aching scars,
vessels with the power to bleed.
I weep in a cradle of broad, dark sky
that might as well crumble down.
Like you do too, I beg and cry
to be brought back to life
to be loved like you love,
to be wanted like you want,
to be yours,
and only and ever yours.
But we are birds without wings,
and now that I've grown them
I must learn to fly
and become one with my new embodiment that aches for mortality.
© mogsart
let me fly high above.
Death took me from Heaven,
when his blade struck my mortal flesh.
That's what I am, what you are.
mortal flesh for Death to reap,
props to inflict aching scars,
vessels with the power to bleed.
I weep in a cradle of broad, dark sky
that might as well crumble down.
Like you do too, I beg and cry
to be brought back to life
to be loved like you love,
to be wanted like you want,
to be yours,
and only and ever yours.
But we are birds without wings,
and now that I've grown them
I must learn to fly
and become one with my new embodiment that aches for mortality.
© mogsart
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