My Dying Bride Poem by Amir Foroughi
My Dying Bride
Thou art heavy with thine voice
No path for me, no even choice
I behold thine windy face
To beg thou hold me, grace
Thou whip me with thine hair
To touch, to be burnt, if I dare
Love insanity, love lust, love year
No pain, no shame, no fear
Digging the heavens, to find thou
My fallen angel, let me confide
On thou, to die, my dying bride
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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5/1/2024 4:48:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sorrowful feelings expressed in a highly rhythmic manner. Great