Whisper of Death

When death himself begs on his knees, putting in words his desire to own you, and ruin you to tend you into his person,

when he whispers in your ear with his sweet sickening voice that fill your soul with the poison of insanity, making you intoxicated with his love... who can withstand such temptation?

At least not me, because... I love it.

when he ruins me, when he plays me and set my heart on fire, fueling the desire that yearns for him, his forbidden touch.

I love the thrill it gives me, the pleasure in his dangerous games that drives me crazy.

As crazy as it sounds, I want him.