Death is breathless,

Death is slow.

Death is painful,

I love it so.

A swirling abyss,

Dark and foreboding.

The walls are splattered

with crimson blood.

The smell, penetrating.

The smell of death.

Breathed not with the nose,

But the mind.

Death is breathless,

Death is slow.

Death is painful,

I love it so.

I recall clearly,

The day, the day.

My murderer met me,

A beautiful sight.

Clear silver eyes,

Long flowing hair

In the deepest shade,

Of gorgeous brown.

Cold hearted,

Uncaring.

A murderer of my

Neverending love.

Death is breathless,

Death is slow.

Death is painful,

I love it so.

Death is breathing,

Death is fast.

Death is painless,

I despise my half-life.