The grim reaper thinks you're a keeper.
with glint of an invisible wink,
twill of the sythe.
Deaths lets you know ;
What the point between
new and old life thinks.

as a rose with no petals,
Post mort charms.
or a bird without wings,
you fall unto deaths arms.

You'll never need to die
again or seek inmortality.
just take this lipless kiss,
bonefull *****.
just let go .
Give your self to something
other than a yes or no.