Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
You swept across me
Pushing like a violent storm
You plowed through my walls
Making my still heart begin to beat
The thought of you makes me smile
I dance my feet lighter than air
I long to feel your warm embrace
Be in the presence of your grace
With each beating heart
I hold in my hand
My undying love for you grows
Oh, Death, oh Death
I long for you
that we may again have
our party for two
side by side, we stand
watching the fading light
drain away in their open eyes
They say a mind like mine can't love
but Death, as I sit with you
watching our victim circle the drain
I feel much more than I ever knew
to hold your hand
to win your heart
Covered in warm red blood
we shall never part
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Author Notes
Everyone writes about loving another person, and I wanted to do something different, so I took it to a different level. In the mind of a killer, death is somewhat a friend, but what if they saw it as an entity that they could only get close to by killing someone? In their mind, they are in love. Different, I know. It's twisted.
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