The Beauty Of Death

There's a certain beauty in dying

The catch and release of your breath

Nothing is a certainty without trying

It all boils down to sunsetting death

That moment, the final torture

One last moment of violent strive 

And then you're free, the scorcher

Burns no more your struggling drive

Spiralling down to sacred quietude,

Tearing your guts in bits and shreds

The pain mutates to utopian solitude

Your life start unveiling all its heads

Bowed down, their hats come off

You're already mourning yourself

All you've dreamed, all you're proud of

Is dust and ash on an old hidden shelf

Death's face is seductively beautiful

So much that you live in constant search

Of a poison that is deep and fruitful

Enough to force your core to twist and lurch

Swirl and fall in your last suffering field

Your last collar and your last wine

The last kiss that your lust will yield

The last chain that will pierce your spine

You secretly flirt with death in pain

You feed him with your insides torn

He pats your cheeks, it won't be in vain

From your ashes my phoenix will be reborn

And that's when I will look fondly at him

And smile for all what I am is finally lost

The world around me grows warm and dim

And I leave with the lover I loved the most.