Death flirts with me
And makes fun of my happiness.
Every time you smile at me
It's her teethless grin I see.
As your shiny gaze meets mine,
Hopeless horrors in the abyss
Of dark empty skulls
Stand in the way.
She caresses me and comforts me,
Tells me sweet words of peace
Whenever I feel distressed.
She's always there to remind me
That it's the longing -
The longing that is never going away.
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