
Listen to Little Death by Richard Charles Stevens (South Texas Deathride Suite)
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(Slake)
(Slake)
.
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
(Slake)
(Slake)
.
As my flesh decayed
Then fell away
Her restless eyes didst nowise wellaway
Whichsoever way I bled
My longing veins upon She quenched
Forever kept
Thence wept myself awake
.
Divine was my eternal thirst to slake
(Slake)
(Slake)
.
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
(Slake)
(Slake)
.
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
(Slake)
(Slake)
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
.
The empty bed
Felt warm beside me
Whispering of rivers cried me
As before me
So behind me
All I saw was She
.
No mortal coil to spoil the vista
Human foil to boil and blister
Even whence the cold soil gripped her corpse
Her thoughts were free
.
Her thoughts were free
(Slake)
(Slake)
.
Led beside to lie in ruin
Death reprised of my own doing
Crept inside my bones
Tattooing chromosomes
Thereby renewing overtones of She
Her highness
Siren of the Sea
And as I died
The high tide guided me
To where devoured the light from me
.
Rev her more
Rev her more
Rev her
Rev her
Rev her more
.
Rev her more
Rev her more
Rev her
Rev her
Rev her more
.
(Devour the light from me)
Rev her more
Rev her more
.
(Devour the light from me)
Rev her more
Rev her more
.
Each little death
We met anew
I bled divine to wed her true
Fragile as December dew
My restless eyes didst nowise wellaway
.
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
(Rev her)
(Rev her)
.
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb
(Rev her)
(Rev her)
.
Yearning one long kiss goodnight
Forevermore I’m spun
Just to taste her lips
I’m well prepared to come undone
Gossamer and ash declared
In rapture of decay ensnared
Captured in her black silk lair
I writhe and ache to face despair
Of impending fate aware
Yet I wear not affright
Would freely die ten thousand times
For one long kiss goodnight
.

Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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