A friend of mine and I wrote this during science when I use to go to school. In a way we have brush death and had fallen for him so.


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.

Submitted: August 19, 2011

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I like this poem. Very creative. The concept that death can be loved or love back. I like it

Wed, January 18th, 2012 5:45am


Thanks. The girl whom calls me her guardian angel/brother and I wrote this during science. When I use to go to school.


Tue, January 17th, 2012 9:54pm

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