* * *

As I walk,
in the shadow of death
with thundering echos of time haunting me
A single touch shatters myself
as I(quietly) lay
crying into darkness
as esctasy pierces my soul
while overflowing with passion that hate
so often brings
Struggling to find the light within that
will set me free
dancing stars blinding
with unacustomed bright
overshadowing any Hope
I may have dreamed this night
As I hear,
the laughter of death mocking me
seconds of life
seem to pass with esctacy
walting into moonlight
with blood of my own
twirling in step
without missing a beat
Saddness threatens to envelope me
Anger and saddness;
saddness and love;
love and hate
are they not the same
will not death rid them of me
As I inhale,
the tantalizing scent of death
it permeates my soul with
so ever-longing hope
closing my eyes I feel a stir within
mingling with velvet-black blood of life

pulse by pulse,
beat by beat,
breath thru breath
as it seeks to comfort me
guiding me through a void of life
that death,
in dreams,
creates for me
As I sit,
in the shadow of death
no whispering echos of time do I seek
a thousand hands touch my soul
as I thrash about
laughing into light,
as the pain pierces my self
While emptied of any pass filled hate
that I might seek
as inner light binding me,
seeing
silent stars cast this hallowed night
bringing,
no shadow,
of death tonight
As I speak,
of death itself
symphony's of heaven open their gate
floating free fantasies
of dreams
fallen ashes decayed at my feet
corrupted eyes,
searing my hearts content
silence conveys wordless empthay
weaved through hallowed eyes
as DEATH,
loves me,
this night