rest my head on pillows of gathered thorn's. my body no longer matter's it's torn.
no breath is left, life has bailed leaving only death.
pierced is the soul that I use to call my own.
pain no longer fills my chest my body is at it's rest.
memory is the curse I take to my rest.
I loved with my body, I almost escaped loving with my soul.
please , please stop the pain I come to know.
it lives in memory, not the body I once called my own.
I've rested in my thought , it is all I know.
I can remember nothing else but the life I use to know.
I can't keep time , it fades away with the rest of me and the life I use to know.
touched by love , once with my soul. dissipating is the body I used for pleasure but love of the soul I can't let go. this is the rest of me . love took the best of me.
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