The black abyss waits,
It awaits your arrival,
And it awaits your denial.
And I can’t ignore deaths cold hands.
To be wrapped in his embrace.
The tastes of his corpse like lips caress my face.
No one can save me now,
Now I will take a bow
As I take a knee,
He knows , I know, he’s waiting for me.
I will go in to nothingness;
And my face he will caress,
With his cold white fingers,
And I know his love still lingers.
Giving me a kiss of icy seclusion,
His eyes loving seem as an illusion.
We ride in a cage of forgotten life,
He carries along with him a tall scythe.
But we will escape this place,
And live among the human race.
I will forever be by his side,
For he loved me even after I died.
The Reaper and I shall go,
Somewhere no mortal shall ever know.
His love for me is all I need.
And to the gates of the living world, me he shall lead.
“Death is our world now”,
He said as he kissed my brow.
I and the reaper together forever,
And we shall leave each other never.
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