• Death,
    thy sweet temptress,
    how i long for thee.
    with your seducing binds
    of eternal sleep
    i shall always weep
    for thy embrace shall be the sweetest
    and never shall i need another
    for thy kiss
    be the end,
    of the pain i feel
    for those of my being
    mortal and not,
    betray
    and shant be forgiven.
    for the hurt of one you love
    is pain beyond beleif
    and is never forgive
    nay
    never forgotten....
    oh bittersweet death
    how i long for thee