After

I love Death and
He hates Me
We tango in false ecstasy
All my calls
They are ignored
And when we meet He
Looks abhorred
I kiss His cheek
He slaps my face
And tells me to stay in my place
I want to see His desolate palace
And lance the boils of His malice
I flirt with Him
He won't flirt back
I'll get Him to crumble
Or
To crack
I know that I belong in Hell
I'll end up there some day as well
So someday soon He'll row me home
When I tell my life Shalom
Then he'll accept that we are Fate
What I've known, what is innate
And to my reign He will Conscript
Once I've delved below my crypt

 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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