Death Poem by Jade Blaydes

I've got a date set up for Saturday night.
Kissing it sweetly with my razorblade,
Almost touching the other side.
Tasting it's poison on my toung.
Smelling the fires of hell,
Waiting for the flames to lick my skin,
And the pain to kiss me with all of it's passion.
Knowing that this beautiful moment won't last.
Wishing and hoping to schedule another time to meet my lovely death,
Expecting it to eventualy last longer.
Wondering if anyone will show me the love that my death has.
Forgetting just how hot hell is,
until my next visit.
Wanting to know if I can somehow feel that heat
And possibly make it last forever.