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Literature Text
In Your Coffin
In agony, I blame my loathing heart,
For the bitterness;
I corrupted everything beautiful that I shared with you;
I mourn, on this morning cold,
With the frost biting at my stinging eyes,
For I cannot cry, it was my fault,
That I lost the one thing that made me beautiful,
In rays of sunshine through my darkened skies,
I wish you were here in my arms
But you aren’t, for the plague of the souls caught up to you,
The bile in your throat as I held you close,
I watched the blood drip on the floor
from your mouth that cried for release;
I’ve yet to clean it up.
Your body betrayed you,
And the warmth I once felt now cold
And my fingertips numb.
They made you beautiful as you lie in your coffin,
As my fingers brush your waxen face,
To wipe away subsided tears,
And aching hearts,
for I’ll never find another like you.