Wedding of Death

Kippchu
Kippchu
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash

A Chorus of tombs in my throat,

A song of dying dreams being buried,

An abyss has my belly become,

An abyss with a beast that knows no tiredness,

I ache like a barren harp, I ache like a broken trumpet,

A song of dearth covers my mouth, I cannot speak,

My hands and feet are bound with the veils of a time lost,

I fret and shiver and get scattered by the whispers of a dark wind,

My portion is now in the palms of death,

My portion is a biting of air and hummed ballads,

I fear death has married me too early

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Thanks to Stephen M. Tomic

Kippchu

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