Is it odd?

That I'm a little bit inlove with Death.
The only lover who would take away my breath.

A man,
far more interested than just my body,
but my soul.
Dust to dust, ash to ash.
My anatomy of coal.

            Please!
Make my heart skip a beat.
So in the pause of silence,
we'll meet.
Or make it beat no more,
And the endless questions will cease,
Like "What am I living for?"

Come Death take me!
And set me free.
For Life,
Well, Life has never let me be.