Death, Myself

Another piece for my upcoming book, "Digital Pages and Digital Ink."

Nothing is sweeter than death.

Nothing more delicate

Than the very last breath.

Nothing is as sweet, I repeat --

Nothing is as sweet,

As when bodies and earth meet.

Nothing is as sweet as the gates you'll be meeting.

After beating your head until your heart stops beating.

Bleeding now, your body is streaming - slightly gleaming.

A warm river of relieving as the ground starts receiving.

The degrading and composting as your body composes,

Like a symphony of convulsing among the thorned, red roses.

Nothing will be as sweet, I repeat --

Nothing will be as sweet,

As when you and I meet.

Reviews

[Lana Bee]

i love your writing style!

[Leo Allen]

Thank you so much! Means a lot. c: