Awaiting Death

December 15, 2008
You sigh with pleasure as the razor bits into your flesh,
Bright red carvings dance to life upon your skin,
Your thirst for pain, unquenchable,
Your need to inflict it, undying.

Death sings softly in your ear,
Queitly you hum along, for only you can hear,
You want what he has to offer,
In return you can only give on thing, yourself.

Silently, you wait on his arrival,
Your eyes seek his as you hold out your hand,
His grip is cold, his eyes are hard,
He has given you your heart's desire, eternal silence.

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