I Die Tonight Poem by Abigail (Khrystal) Brown

And down into my little grave i trip
and trot, and count my steps to brace to fall
And to my little rotting hole i skip
Oh hear the grave-birds singing caw and call

Oh hear the coffin-maker and grave master
Mourn how the gentle razor kissed my wrist
And how my blood kept running; Faster faster!
When death and i made love; we held a tryst

He opened his cold arms, i ran to meet him
He kissed me on the lips, oh cant you tell?
While you are in this world and still stuck breathing
I shall be safely locked away in hell.