capture the falling moment
catch the feeling of being free
as you plunge
the spike in

she crouches in the corner and laments
so forlorn of your passing
so bereft of your soul
she had played her soft hand
had promised all warm things
as you slip in and out of consciousness
as you slip in and out existence

she smiles wide
she knows death when she sees it
she senses it as lovers know each other
she caresses its cold cheek
she takes him inside her
a blackness that consumes and feeds her
a needle point of sharp pain
that spreads her lips in a deep gasp
of pleasures that she cannot contain

darkness forever
with him
entwined in cold sleep

she stares
while you slip benith the surface never to return
saying only that she always wanted to see
someone die
she always wanted to be that close to
her lover death
and she swears that she could feel him in the room
she could feel him plunging into her soft ****
as he pulled you into the next world
death is a doorway
from which there is no return