Death is blissful
I will stab a knife right through your heart
and lick the blood
from frozen tipped steel
and I kiss my way down
your cold pale cheeks
and rest my head on your chest
tracing my fingers along
from scar tattooed neck
I listen to you empty chest
and tap it listening to hollowness
looking into your blood shot eyes
I fall into a trance
stroking your hair in solace
and I hold your hand
in loving darkening bliss
and I wrap my chain arms
around your beautiful lifeless corpse
and think how death becomes you
and smear poison lip gloss on your lips
and kiss you passionately
in darkness love
and close my eyes blissfully
and welcomes death in your arms
by
Darkdaydreamerposted on 08/25/2009
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