Is it odd?
That I'm a little bit inlove with Death.
The only lover who would take away my breath.
A man,
far more interested than just my body,
but my soul.
Dust to dust, ash to ash.
My anatomy of coal.
Please!
Make my heart skip a beat.
So in the pause of silence,
we'll meet.
Or make it beat no more,
And the endless questions will cease,
Like "What am I living for?"
Come Death take me!
And set me free.
For Life,
Well, Life has never let me be.
