Graves and Regrets

Venom is sometimes sweeter than honey

With venomous eyes she sinks her fangs into my soul, pumping poison deep into my veins.

I grit my teeth in delight as my heart struggles to provided untainted blood to the rest of my body.

As the venom continues to courses through my frame I feel death's cold hands grip the back of head.

Beckoning for a kiss, and an embrace that I may not escape.

I resist futilely as our lips smash together and our tongues duel.

With hastened and hot breathes we melt inhibitions as pride and passion erect themselves.

As waning life seeks comfort from the bitter encounters of fangs into flesh,I find no comfort is given. As desires overrule sense, lust becomes a burden on my back, weighing me down. 

Pressuring me, pressing me, unprepared towards a darker end.

Held down by chains that could pull even the most divine down into the muck and mire. 

I wear those same chains with a sinister smile and wily grin.

Oh how my past transgressions, lasting indiscretions, and vile sins have brought me to this point.

Yet I regret not a single moment, for like love, wealth, truth or lies, regret will not accompany me. 

Whether it be to heaven, hell, or even my shallow grave.