Death takes me in its hands
and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
I beg and plead to go with him,
but then once again it's morning,
and I am still breathing.
Death says he will take me eventually,
but eventually is too long for me.
Now every night I lie in bed,
eagerly awaiting him.
Silently hoping, praying that I will meet my end.
That we will finally be reunited,
for all eternity, together again.
For He is my one true love.
All I wish for is Death.
