Gabrielle’s Death

Hush now little angel
Feel the coldness of the needle’s sting
Your feathers are withering
Feel the coldness of the Demon’s whisper

Lay down on you rose-paved deathbed
Close those dark, unclouded eyes
Imagine how the stars can shine
If to death you will be bind

Cover yourself with a blanket of thorns
Moonless rain here it comes
You better catch that holy drop
If you wanna be saved from this broken truth

Cling to that velvet berth
Tighten that grip and never let go
Let those ebony eyes forget the grieve
And those red lips kiss the pain goodbye

Entomb thy nails to your holy wrist
Pull and crush that reckless vein
Carry that wound on your wake
Let your breathing memoirs end.


[originally composed:August 15, 08]

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