Dying In Bed

THE bed a crime scene of sorts a passion spilled in sweat willingly i go - to my death   He comes to me in the night a sword sharpened by lust and thrusts it into my soul   Mother, i'm ready to come home but the line between pain & pleasure is small compared to the pleasant death   The coroner will say an untimely passing but my murderous lover knew the timing each plunge of his knife ever deeper.                              -- // --