Death Is Beautiful

A goodbye long overdue I bid, Whispered from a carcass long picked bare, Like screams, across the desert of the grotesque heart, You're sentenced to an eternity of despair, I implore, do not allow your loathing, To fill your phial once marked "disinterest", For what manner of man, Or beast, Or spirit, Could endure such tantalizing, transient tortures? How can I hold brief what my soul yearns to keep, A smile on my face, that aches to weep? Stand tall and proud, spit banalities; As I drop to my knees, To scream the ignominy of reality, Death-so black, so beautiful; Though not so much as you, Pity me once, With the dagger of your dark radiance, Make me beautiful too, The end makes us all beautiful, But never so beautiful as you,