When I think of her I wonder why I still live, when I retreat to the deepest part of my mind seeking serenity your always there waiting to strike.
 
 I once wouldn't let you go and now I won't let you get away fore when I saw you my heart stopped and my blood ran cold as I tasted deaths creeping embrace take hold. But you have no power over me, not anymore fore once I was a puppet, a pawn eager to please and serve but now in this moment I am not dying but becoming death. 
 
As my passion turns to dust and my mercy fades away I realize the hold she once had on me. I no longer require food for her agony is music to my ears and her tears are my bittersweet wine. The thought of her in my arms once again exhilarating and her death intoxicating yet the day fate brings us together again I know not, but I will be ready for the very idea stalks my mind most nights. 
 
When I think back a part of me did die and light my soul ablaze transforming into something different, new. I am the death of you, Embrace me, embrace your fate fore you've danced with the devil now reap what you sow.