Let the tale begin
Though our hearts run, skip and race.

Squandering the living earth
With no conscience laying it to waste
Selling our lives for a printed green face
Ill- gotten by the stroke of a pen

We are all dead men
Counting our black  sins
Willing souls infected
Putrid
Evil smell carried high on the wind

Now the tale comes to an end
We are all dead men
Flowing thick blood, muscle and bone
Into the underworld we march
Judged and condemned
Hell now our comfort and home
We are all dead men


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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Oct. 13, 2014

they say you should find someone to make you love yourself first.
well they were right.
I know this because I love my hips now.
because your hands fit on them so beautifully that I pray they never change even the slightest bit.
you make me love how cold my feet get.
they go completely numb at times but the warmth of your legs shoots through my body and I wouldn't change it for anything.
you make me love my bad habits.
stupid, nervous issues but you notice them and love me anyway.
you make me love all the way down to how I breathe.
If you're anything like me you'd lay on my chest and count each breath, feel each inhale and exhale.
you make me love the way my voice sounds.
I could listen to your name all day, even when it's my own lips it rolls off of.
you make me love my short hair, even when it's grown out too much in spots.
you gave me the confidence to do it and the confidence to wear it every single day.
you make me love me. for every little thing I am.
because I know that you love every little thing about me too.
and something you love will always be worth loving to me too.

Your touch sends a quiver beneath my skin
And I feel a fire burn inside my chest
Your love pours over me, cleansing my sin
I feel the same fire, burn inside your breast
And when a fire burns, it starts to spread
Wrapping around everything you've cherished
I'm engulfed from my toe up to my head
Flames that burn this bright could never perish
Even when low, they're always smoldering
Cold on the outside, warm in the middle
And with all that weight you've been shouldering,
I hope I can heat you up a little

Now when I feel the cold, I lean on you
Feeling warm, enjoying October hues.

So appears another empty promise
I made to myself
In this disinterested cloud of delusion
What once were my dreams
Are now dull precipitates
Pooling into my minds crevasses

I may appear calm on the outside
But a storm rages in my mind
This too I will weather
And come out the other side
For the better

I want to love you but you're like artwork
Like a masterpiece with the most exquisite detail
Something you can't help but marvel at
As if God created you just to show us how beautiful heaven is
So utterly perfect that touching you would be unthinkable
Like one of the most deadliest sins because you can't risk ruining a single fiber of your being
But I love you so much
My God, I love you

I need to love you because you are my oxygen
You are the blood in my veins making my heart beat
But it's beating too fast
And I don't know how to look at you and not feel like my ribcage is trying to open itself up to let you in
And it hurts so badly but when is love ever a walk in the park
I have been crawling on my knees down this broken road just for the chance to hold your hand
Just to feel the temperature of your skin as it courses through me like an electrical shock
So please love me
My God, please just love me