The scent of death
empowering your mind,
a doorway to hide.
But do you hide?
Crying
Taste your salty tears
that burns your skin
to heal the pain
that doesn't want to heal.
You see her face
lurking in the shadows
through the dim light
calling you toward her.
But do you go?
No doubt in your mind
painfully, you cry.
Death was not for me, I thought
and I still feel the pain-
her hand over mine.
Now I'm lying dead
as she licks the salty tears
from my eyes and I tell her
I want to taste her blood-painted lips.
With her I feel alive
and depressed has become my bed.
Through the day
may we all rest, and in the night
we shall be blessed,
the suffering and pain I had before,
shall be but sad sweet memories.
Endearing we shall be
shadows through the night
waiting to feed
alone in a world
waiting to see.