La Morte de Dame
Updated: Jun 9, 2019
by Johnny Lee Chapman, III I was never good at flirting
But I did happen to meet someone:
La morte de dame.
Our introduction was natural.
In biology it's stated improper cells are self-destructing
Autolytic actions transcribed into genetic codes
You could say it's in Utero
When I wanted to obtain Nirvana
Reaching a Cobain conclusion
Dreaming of absolution or evolution
But the downgrade of my mental well-being
was the shotgun barrel above my taste buds...
One could take a razor blade
Settle a scar for each insufferable moment from thumb to elbow
Commit a midday massacre of skin cells
Screaming like hemolytic heresies
As the pain subsided
Death became my main squeeze
I believed suicide to be another form of fornication
My chance to deliver my depression and spill my matter.
It's easy to scream "She’s not the one" but I don't hear you
My heart is already set on setting this soul free from physical imprisonment
The drug of choice for a depression addict
Filling the spots that the alcohol and weed can't reach
An acid trip without the psychedelic colors,
rather a serotonin laced spiral into a puddle of lucid self-mutilation
Anxiety is a transmitted disease delivered by Death
For they have many partners, all giving themselves unprotected
No rubber to take away the shock of the cold edge against bare skin
So please do not make this a fight for religion or righteousness
Only those with similar stories can even scratch the surface
Believe me I was one of you, a trooper who fought in the trenches,
bombarded with the feelings of failure.
The self-destruction may seem like a wake-up call,
but it's only a snooze button pushed every time the alarm is raised
A note with my bloody signature still exists
A reminder as to why she’s my Ex
Death is the perfect mistress
She answers every DM past two in the morning when you've had too much to drink and wonder why not put an end to the pain once and for all.
To those wishing for an introduction
I ask that you change your conclusion
A passionate night may take the temporary pain away
but will permanently remove any pleasure you may one day seek
Let them down easy though
Their cool twilight hands will envelop us when our bodies are broken
Thank them for the time and return your elements back to the universe.
For she is la morte de dame
Lady Death
