Floating, face to the black night,
the moon, full and round in my eyes.
Floating on the serene lake of tears –
the clear, innocent blood bath of my heart,
turned black by rejection,
black as the devil-cursed night -
Black – the death longings I fight.
Floating in my lake of tears,
trembles of muse, chilling relief -
I’m not drowning!
But the freakish black of the sky
presses down against me,
Death resting its heavy weight,
harmless, now, but weary,
lying down to sleep upon me.
I’m not afraid but welcome its morbid companionship.
It’s not hungry, just tired,
spent after a day of slaying victims,
of satisfying, quenching their vicious thirst...
The thirst of they who drunkenly lust
for sweet revenge against themselves,
gulping Death’s poisonous blood like vampires,
anticipating the excitement of that last breath.
Only sad to miss the tragedy thereafter –
Weeping, wailing of the ones who loved
now left with a freakish nightmare
and a devilish ghost resembling the lost –
Ghost of the truth – Death’s lover.
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Submission Name: Death's Lover
