Death and I are holding hands,
When
She tells me she is afraid.
Her boundless appetite
That takes and takes,
But cannot give away...
Afraid that soon, she’ll swallow life
Himself
And be left alone.
That golden boy, she follows ‘round
Just beyond the reach of her cloak.
A light so pure,
Her darkness yearns
To quench that brilliant glow.
To bring him rest,
To give him peace,
“I’ll kill my darling,
I love him so”.
~
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