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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Alisindra

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

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

-TJOP-

Tue, January 17th, 2012 9:54pm

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