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My Dear Death

My Dear Death, Oh Death, why do you taunt me so? Why do you toy with my heart? My dear Death, why do you hurt me? Suffocating me with your eyes of fire, Crushing me with your heart of ice. Slowly dragging me down into your kingdom of darkness and decay. You wish for my butterfly heart to stop beating, My warm, pink flesh turn grey and cold. My silvery, lively eyes lifeless and dull. Your love is sick and twisted, Mine pure and innocent. My dear Death, how you tempt me so. With your words, like a sweet lullaby. Your smile, as bright as an exploding star. Your touch, like an electric storm on a hot, humid summer night. You make it hard to resist you, You seduce me. Captivate me. My dear Death, I’m falling. Falling into the darkness that you are so found of. The darkness crawls onto me. Overcoming me, Taking over. The eternal sleep whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Claiming me, Taking me closer to you. Oh, my dear Death, now I am dead. Forever in the ground. Forever in the darkness. Forever with my love, Forever with you.

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Date: 4/8/2017 3:43:00 PM
A deeply moving poem Noel. So sad...and very real. Losing a soulmate is a deeply painful challege. May PoetrySoup inspire you to write many more great poems! A very warm welcome!
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Noel Mcleod
Date: 4/8/2017 3:49:00 PM
Thank you so much Sheila, it defiantly means a lot!
Date: 4/8/2017 12:07:00 PM
This touches me deeply, in my heart and body and mind, and I can relate. You wrote a great poem, which I understand, and you're not alone. Welcome to PoetrySoup.
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Noel Mcleod
Date: 4/8/2017 3:38:00 PM
Thank you so much, I wrote this many years ago when I was 16. This poem though, has always stuck with me and even now when I feel like my world is falling apart, I can relate now more than before.

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