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Sometimes I sing myself a lullaby
To remind myself that you’re gone.
I remember when you would put me to sleep
So I couldn’t cry anymore so sometimes
I scream into the pillow and pretend I’m laughing
Into your chest because if I lose the memories, too,
I’ll lose this thin strand of old spiders’ web
That composes what you were to me
Are! Are to me.
I like to believe you still love me
After everything, after you left me,
After you tore yourself from my bed.
Sometimes I shout your name into the darkness
After “lights out”
Just to see if you can hear me in the void
They say you entered.
They say you’re my Porphyria
But that’s simply unbelievable inconceivable incredible totally inedible.
If you were Porphyria, you’d be dead
But you’re just gone and I remember that when I
Sing myself a lullaby
Because no one’s here to sing it for me.
White walls damp the sound of what should be sweetly
Cast to the rooftops and beyond so I have to
Sing myself a lullaby
Sing myself to sleep
And I had to pin you to the bed to keep you here
So you wouldn’t leave me
But you’re gone because I wasn’t good enough
And an effigy you fell away was torn away from
Effigy me even though I held you there and wondered
Why crying blood always looked better than tears
Especially because I couldn’t see your eyes anymore, anyway but
Your mouth was open to sing me a lullaby
So I could go to sleep in your arms
And now this canvas is the only thing holding me but still
I sing myself a lullaby
Even though you’re gone.
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- Title: Lullaby
- Artist: SiberDrac
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Description:
"Porphyria's Lover" is an interesting poem by Robert Browning. It's a reference that's pretty integral to this poem.
Hope you enjoy it. - Date: 10/28/2008
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