decayedpagan

Haiku's are so sexy.


A poem from a while ago, enjoy.


Death is my love.



my own personal hell,
one in which the devils dance and make merry
wasteland scenery take place of the beauty.

washed out of my own existence
into wayward skies of painted grey
I let death touch me.

his icy fingers to caress my warm peach
breathing for me, taking what he pleased
forms of a skeleton embraced in tango.

lord of my actions
death if I choose it to be,
can this thing love thee?

shallow answers to whisper into another's ear
watch in fallen grace
take from me what you will
I give
with unusual taste.null