Flourishing Life and reaping Death
A fated relationship,
One which dooms greenery into ash
Although strife is expected
Death shall be respected
Aware of the destruction and pain
Death’s question remains,
“Why must I be destined to destroy Life’s beauties?”
“Why must I cut short the beginnings of buds,
And push forth a frost which kills them off?”
But through it all,
Life will answer his call
As long as there is growth,
There must be the sweet release of decay
Your sleighing is justified,
Don’t allow your doubts to waste you away

I Plutonium, and you Cyanide
Both poisonous at touch
Yet, we each longed for a taste
I dreamt deadly dreams,
Of sweet Cyanide,
Bubbling up my skin
Rising up towards my neck
And my only thought was,
How pleasant
And you
You would speak highly of Plutonium
Admiring it’s properties
Knowledgeable of the damage it could cause
But, not aware enough to care
Eventually, we both met the same demise
Choked out,
Plutonium and Cyanide

If you were just a dream and not real
You would have been the best dream I've ever had
And I would have never wanted to wake up