Make Love To The Dead (Death Is Beautiful Quartet, Pt.1) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Seduced by Darkness
A slave to the dead
A walking zombie
So many loose screws in the head.

Uncontrollable feelings
To slice the vein in my neck
And fall to the ground
A beautiful, bloody wreck

Dreaming of asphyxiation
To be choked, suffocated, and beaten!
Left in the darkness
Clawing and screaming

The Demons invade
Yes; they break through again
It's a cycle of lust,
An obsession over death that won't end.

Clawing at my skin
Ripping at the roots of my hair
Yet, I can't seem to find
One single reason left to care

Death? It consumes me.
It takes its hold and grips firm
The struggle is infinite
The voice is repetitive and stands stern.

I hear one million different voices,
But, they all say it too.
And, there's no way to break free
I have no fucking clue—

How it even began
But this IS my obsession!
And I'm riding the waves now—
Of a deep-rooted depression.

I want to bleed
To see if I'm real
But, even the deepest wound, it seems,
Cannot make me feel

So, embracing this fate,
It seems I've been given
I accept defeat
And allow myself to be bitten

By the bite of The Devil
As Death pulls at my soul
My breaths, they grow weaker,
My voice screams out, 'no! '

Yet, I continue this journey,
I go on and keep walking
And, as my body shuts down,
I am no longer talking.

I give in to this craving,
This twisted desire.
And, I finally embrace
—Death, as I drift higher.

© copyright 2011-2024 The Death Is Beautiful Quartet, Pt.2 Nicole D'Settemi