Allusions of Life // Poetry

I Belong To Death

I'm in love with a man who calls himself death;

—death, a name certified—

The one who used to love to touch in darkness.

—only touch, never too close—

Now he breathes it in, a poison that taints my lips now too.

—my lips too—

His outline has an aura no one can get past,

—an aura so harsh and hard—

His gait a stance of one who's crushed souls.

—souls broken and scattered—

Sometimes, though I'd never tell him,

—my secrets, not his—

The look in his eyes shakes me to my core.

—what has he done?—

Twists his arms around my neck, a pin-point to my brain.

—something about it so wrong—

I don't want any life sentence but his judgement.

—but it's oh so right—

I fell in love with a man of death.

—far deeper than i can breathe—

And, with a signature of my lips, signed off my life to his.

—i belong to death—