Have you ever been gripped by the icy fingertips of Death?
Have you ever kissed her cold lips and tasted the dead on her breath?
I’m never lonely. I only exist in her midst. I live clutched in her fist at the end of an arm with slit wrists.
I’ve been stained crimson by crimson drips from ripped skin.
I’ve succumbed to sin.
I’ve fornicated with unforgiving fate.
I’ve been torn apart by hate.
So, I’ve seen the abyss of her soulless eyes.
I’ve know the feeling of my head rested on her breasts, and my hands pressed to the insides of her thighs.
I’ve felt the great passion of her lies.
I know the weight of her chains and the great strength of her ties.
I know she is here to take me.
Death my love, you may break me.
I pray to you, say you will rape me.
I let you in.
I will forever long for your forever grin on your face laced with ever rotting skin.
You are true beauty.
You are final.
You are inevitable.
Father has cried, and mother lay in mourn, but you have been by my side since the day I was born.
You are my constant.
Hold me now, the hour is late.
May I wait in your embrace before I face the pearly gates?
Give me one more chance to know your desire before I’m sent to dance forever in fire.
Lift me up my love, I’m so, so tired.
May I use my lusting heart to pay the price of parting ways.
It only beat for you, and you must stay.
Death becomes souls become numb, so they may only live under a bony thumb.
