I Do

Beautiful and cold 
Like out of a plastic mold 
Death has carried 
His bride of decay
Over the threshold 

Burial rites
So sacred
Defiled 
By the gnawing of a soul
Against dying skin
He hides in all of our
Bones until we
Let him 
In

No matter how 
Much we fight
He is always our
Parting sin
Bury me
You will not marry me 
Mine is not
Your eternal
Kiss

Reviews

[fattycbreezy52]

Aha death personified as a monstrous figure!
Amazing emphasis on another monster, time!
Hard-hitting thing you have penned down .
Keep writing
-Fc