mtrotter1

Having Sex With Death

One bloody rose; one bloody mirth

The answer to those questions is dearth

My heart reels when there\'s a triumph

Do you want my heart to separate from you?

People are fake because they can\'t face their identity

Bloody noses spill

But voices kill...

Oh to kill an ear with death\'s promise,

I wonder if I am human too

For someone else in the world is dying

And somewhere in the world someone\'s crying

Oh rage me with a solid tear

My emptiness despises me;

I am a battle of threads, one thousand heads!

For heads define the tale of the battle

Drink my wine and you shall see

The upside down of treachery

And who does this inspire?

Do I dare cast a mire?

And to whom does this desire,

As I awaken to death?

For my bloody nose has filled my cup

This desperate love I accept

For roses don\'t please me anymore

As I wrestle with the hands of yore

And having sex with death is philosophy...

For I\'ve heard a philosophy is temperate

And temperate murders never lie,

For where is death in the lie?

And I often cry...for what is worth without my eyes?

For I can\'t see my worth!

Alas the casket has arrived;

Die, die oh innocent one

For innocent one, what is the wager?

I shall leave my sentiments at the door

For there are monuments to be seen

And no man is above the law, they say

For what is the rule of law

If there\'s no death?

For death is simply one\'s imagination

I cast all hell

At my suspense...

For having sex with death is ratchet!

What color are my eyes?

Is it life that you despise,

Or do you hate death\'s rise?

I want to run and hide from it all

For death is in ruins every day

And the cities embrace so passionately...

What is passion without the fall?

And in the fall, there is passion

For passion breaks all hearts

This solemn orgasm breaks the mold,

For the mold is broken...

And broken is the mold that breaks the fall...

I fall in the arms of death,

For death\'s heart is intentional

And sex is just a moment

Spiraling out of control.