IN LOVE WITH DEATH

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IN LOVE WITH DEATH

The guy with a sickle
Not to harvest cocoa pods
Or Mangoes

The guy with your body
Whom you painted black
Got my heart In love
Y, I love him
 I love him like the burning furnace of hell.
His charisma smells as ashes of burnt bodies
His eyes darker than dark  itself

I love him,
 he succeeded in drawing me 
near to him with his sicke
 which he used to pluck my heart of love
 Ask me not
What love I have
For this guy who ripped
Souls apart diligently
This guy 
Who cultivates souls off this mysterious earth
Who takes them on a journey to neverland
How madly in love I'm I?

Don't call me insane
For I am crazily mad
I wish of a journey with him
The one I have fallen in love with
 I desire to plunder the graveyard with him
Making unforgettable momories

I want him to feel my entire being with his darkness,
And drown me in his ecstacy of mercilessness

I want to be his nightingale
To walk daily with him at night
The cemetery would be our state
And my one-room apartment our abode

I want to be lost with him
I want to elope with death
To the land beyond
Where day not night exist
Where the atmosphere is serene
Where it would be only I and him

I'm madly in love with death

A Poem by Sam Petros and Naa Dromor

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