Love And Die

Everyday, Death whispered
Sweet poetry in my ears
Drawing me slowly, surely,
Towards its magnetic poles
Of ends and beginnings...
It romanticized destruction
And glorified creation
Through subtle, serpentine sonnets
That wound into my heart
Through vulnerable corners
That were unguarded
And unloved,
And suddenly, I found myself
Dancing on my toes;
Waltzing with Death,
As if to say,
"I approve of you, and
I shall follow where you lead me..."
Mesmerized by power,
Blinded by lust,
Enchanted by poetry,
I was in love-
And that is what killed me...