I faced death once.
He swung.
I dodged.
Death has a face of beauty.

Alluring
and Sensual.
I faced death once.
Death is beautiful.

No control.
Lust at the maximum.
I faced death one
Death is beautiful.

I died once.
Death cradled me in its arm.
And kissed me back to life.
Death is terribly, and horribly beautiful.

It wasn't my time.
It's not my line.
My heart only beats to meet death again.

Simply,

Death is beautiful.