flowers grow from your matted hair as the earth takes back its luster once blonde and fair you return to dirt isnt it lovely how rot turns loss into something living power in transmutation fueled by putriscine and sulfur death is so unfairly unloved as your skin melts from the bone and we deglove leaving the very core of us to weather in the sun as romantic as it is offputting the air is thick and wretched with the greenest process known to us as cadaverine and gases ignite the acids in our guts to let our bodies rust with unbalanced bacterium carbon back to carbon in another form we are the best garden we could ever hope for rich in nutrients and better than mulch i will collect your darling bones and grind them to downy dust to drink in a crystal cup let you live on in calcium and phosphorous your grave is a lovely place for nightshade maybe one day i'll be lucky enough to take your place vivat mortui vivat fortes love you for always
let me kiss lips as pale as moonlit stones forgive me a bastard terrible at letting go let me sob into your blood wettened clothes my greed has let your pulse go cold lie to me soak back your will assure me your heart pulls strong tell me that your love still holds on a dagger to the chest didn't stop mine why do you get to let go i can't let you leave yet i can't wind back time your blood is cold and thick but maybe i can change your souls course with the aid of something that grows mycelium- mycelium functions like a brain research says it remembers the stimuli of its prey i could be onto something darling let me try let me see you one last time is it too much to ask that you remember me that your breath draws back into collapsed lungs
i'm no surgeon but i have sure hands and you have marvelous brain for me to implant don't look at me like that through cataracts i'm not mad i'm just a man i can't lose you i'm not prepared is she an experiment to me do i dare
it was just a fight but now i'm scared they say relationships have ups and downs but this seems severe how did we get here you stabbed me and it took a while to heal but i wasn't mad it wasn't a big deal its not fair i awoke to find you there what happened dear you slipped you fell hit your head on a tomb am i in hell maybe i can help you reawaken relink your synapses maybe my godforsaken blood can help you heal alas it's a moral dilemma now a curse or a blessing i could bring you back would i be saving or damning and where is the consent here god damn you and your life so fleeting my arms are empty cold without you home this decision is much too heavy to make alone wretched luck i have somber guts cant leave you here i cant make a cut afraid of my blasted luck
fuck fuck fuck is humanity so fragile at least i can give your last respects
i'll make you a basket of willow create a moss pillow to rest your head a soft earthen bed i see you broken my love my vision is red i give my own bones as an apology a bitter anology a personal blessing regretful i couldn't save you i'll notch my femurs into a cross protection from this cursed reality i can't bare i'll welcome sunlight my ash will dust your resting place a last goodbye a funeral rite our last kiss feather soft eyes closed i truly fucked it up maybe you are in a better place yet always greedy my last thoughts are that i miss your breath on my face roses will grow saintly in your grave and in mine wicked nightshade poison from my vein our true natures shown in our remains
people linger at a grave just long enough to remind ghosts like me silence is unnatural no flies no animals digging hungry- my bones sterile mother natures rejection sickens me but it is man's doing this dirt isn't real and the grass above my casket is cosmetic graveyards aren't as romantic as they used to be surround me in plastic and foam flowers, conceal my rot from the earth because it is ashamed
