Am I tasting death in my mouth?
Sweet, dark, red,
then come to me I'll let you in
But first kiss my lips
You have me on my knees
Such lovely pain
The one of love
Luring
all-consuming
Burning flames
Love, my love
Is death
And we all long
For it to come to us
Take us to the grave
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
