Your Love Is My Death Poem by Rotting Korpse

Your kisses are sweet
and taste of cyanide.
Your touch is so cold,
it feels like ice
cutting through my skin.
You whisper sweet words in my ears,
yet they call upon death.
You love me in such a strange
and grotesque way,
I see it every time
I look into your eyes.
Some may not even call it love.
But to me,
this is beautiful,
true, pure, perfect love.
I love the way you tell me
you love me
with your gnashing teeth.
I love the way you look at me
with those firey eyes
ready to stab me,
ready to rip at my skin
and pierce my heart with rage.
As our souls meet in spirit
you destroy me
and rid me of my blood.
This kind of love is pure enjoyment.
Your beautiful love
will forever be my life,
my destruction,
my misery,
my death.
This love is not vain,
it is true and it lives
on and on forever
until the end of life
and our afterlife