Coffin Diary

And when I, the no I
Neither live nor die
In love undead
And torment sly

And dies my heart, thus dies
In the laughter of cries,
In the gladness of agony
And the fever of lies

And weep me no eyes
Beneath the skies
In the waste of lows,
In the loss of highs

And write me no pens
In virtues and sins,
In the absent diaries
And the letter of kins

And save me no arms
Of the lewd harms
In the magic of pain,
In the pain of charms

Till hugs me a grave
In holes knave,
Coffined in tears
In the hollow of rave

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