This is a poem I wrote a few months back… I find that poetry is the only thing that calms some of the pain…
Thy sweet embrace,
so tender and soft,
thy lips laced with poison
so as to set me aloft.
Thy gentle touch,
such a loveless caress
thy only aim;
free me from life’s depress.
Thy black eyes,
void of any emotion
thy hath come to get me
to add me to thy soul ocean.
Thy dark cloak,
designed to conceal
but with me here alone,
a hand thou reveal.
Thy raise thou scythe,
my blood runs cold
I swallow my fear
and stand strong and bold.
Thy lower thy blade,
swift and sure
and in and instant,
I am no more