Heh…I have no idea what possessed me to write this lol. I was just sitting in English class the other day and it came to mind…oh, wait, that's why. –o- English. Nevermind. That explains it all. XP
And I realize that this might sound a bit like Raven Sin's work, but I guess I've been inspired by her works lately, since I've been re-reading them lol. ^^
I live to meet death.
For is that not the truth?
The fate of those who live
Is the same as those who don't.
I love Death.
Why fear it?
It is only natural.
Death doesn't hurt.
The only word to describe Death?
Beautiful.
Beautiful Death.
My Death.
I have met death many times.
And each time I wasn't taken.
And each meeting leaves me yearning…
Yearning for my Death.
I want to die.
I want Death's hands to touch me,
To capture my breathe with her own.
I want Death's caress.
I escaped death once, twice, thrice before.
And yet now I want to be taken by it.
I want my Death.
I need my Death.
And Death wants me.
My Death lusts after me,
Like I for her.
And Death needs me.
Needs me to protect her…
Protect her from their emotions…
Protect her from their fear,
From their hate.
And I'll slay every last one of them
If they ever do more than they have.
I hate them for hating her.
But who can blame them?
They lose loved ones because of death.
Death takes them away.
And one day, I wonder,
Will death take my Death?
I and she are immortal.
And yet one day I shall lose her.
My death will come when I lose the fight.
And into death I'll be taken by Death.
I shake away the morbid musings as she stirs.
Death calls my name, the word sweet on her lips: "Kurama…"
I turn to Death and smile as I feel her caress.
Death's caress.
My Death. My Botan.
Well? How was it? ^^ Sucky? Okay? Should I just quit with poems like this? ^^*;; Bai! Thanks for reading it.