"
Tossed aside like broken toys,
My heart crumbled down to dust.
Alone, ready to die—
My reaper has arrived.

Our gaze met,
Cold and hot—
Mirrored souls,
How nice, how noxious.

Your scythe pulled me in so close,
A daring move;
I cried in joy—
How lovely, how lonely.

I lean on your shoulder,
You let me fall—
A wicked grin,
How cheeky, how charming.

With every step,
I flirt with death,
In your embrace,
How fierce, how feral.

My reaper blushed,
His chilling mist whispers,
A heartbeat sighed—
How cruel, how calm.

In death's warm and dark embrace,
Your chill ignites my lost heart,
Resurrecting the pulse I thought lost—
How true, how tender.
Death gave birth to life.

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-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet