TO LIVE UNTILL DEATH

Thou art me and all

The things I want to be.

Thou touchest me

With Thy carefree eyes

And leave me burning,

Flapping, in the light.

I live like a moth

Set to embrace

A death of sorts.

But will Thee not move?

Not touch and sense?

Whether I have passed

Or life remains?

Will Thee not hold

Me in thy arms?

For one last kiss

When I am still warm.

Will Thee shy away

From Thy lethal effect

On me, or will Thee

Master a last caress?

In this dilemma

I will remain;

Death shall not have me

Until, I will restrain.

I will see Thee

Treat my last,

With either passion

Or disdain

I will look Thee

In Thine eyes

And leave a haunting,

Dying smile

And Thy Life

Will be a curse

Till Thee in my love immerse

For I shall await Thee

In the netherworlds

Or shall we drink

From Lethe’s swirls?

Shall we remember?

Or shall we forget?

That I lived for Thee;

And I caused Thy death.