Hearing of death kills me,
Its words cut threw me like daggers,
Yet, with a voice like honey,
I have a great fear of death yet I went out of my way to kiss it,
Its cold embraced me,
Its tounge beckoned for entrance.
Its kiss was sweet,
Only to be disturbed with a bitter aftertaste,
Battling for dominance,
is a battle for which I have one,
death has left me,
Only to fall for HIM again.
Turns out I'm not as innocent as you may have thought. Yes, I have tangoed with death many a times. (Suicidal).. This poem can also reflect love. It depends on how you look at it. They heart as well as love.. is a treacherous thing. Yes, death is a ****. (Gay as well... very much gender confused.)