Literature
Death Beholds Her
If I said "death suits you"
Would you laugh?
Or would it be better,
If I rephrased that, and said
"You're better off in MY arms" sweet bud.
"What am I?" you ask,
Or better yet "WHO am I?" You gasp.
I am death, of course,
Death, death, death,
And I have come for you.
Is it too much?
To sink my teeth into your skin?
Is it too much?
To run my fingers through your hair?
Is it too much?
To penetrate and melt into your being,
Deeper, deeper,
Until you scream in pleasured despair?
Lovely lady
In being we are only Gods,
Certain of two things that bide by us,
Life
and death,
Me and you,
The living
and the dead.