Can you feel the blood trickle forth?
Tempting fate with kisses of sad recline.
Death breathes, slow release & cries.
A line of existence draws close upon her eyes.
Those which sought have died & the light it fades
Failing from the misery told in youth, a dream expires.
The soil falls in broken clumps
Heart sinks with the patter of the rose petals thrown.
I feel the cold.
A final push towards the sanity of man refused
Time repents & runs away.
Beware the dust of thought which closes in upon your naked skin
The worms will feed well this night through itching hate.
I see her glare, her moist white lips
As her decaying dreams scream my name
The silence moans, bearing forth fruit of frozen lust
Princess cried in blood red mist.
I hold her naked flame & tremble at the cost.
~ On thinking about death.
© ed simkins