Most nights I sleep with my demon and she does not speak to me
She tends not to speak to strangers
Estranged as we are, what we have is a beautiful love affair
Because we connect like a typewriter and a peace of paper
Like ink to a page, and that's how pain is to me
Relatively unknown
To each other
What a sad, beautiful tragic love affair
But don't pity me because I can go on
Without flesh I'm nobody but so is she
Together we are a pair, in Eternal Rest
My shelter is cornice but a mound
Because I too could not stop for death
So she stopped for me
So the fiend and I live happily ever after in a house that swells from the ground
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