Death I
 

Your smile smells of history
Of unachieved desires, and curses.
People get scared, I know
I guess thats what their conscience says.
Your hair cascading
On my face, like a whisper.
Darkness twinkles in your eyes.
I call its obsession, what others call cruelty.
I know everybody desires you
Some day or the other.
You make me cry in your pain
And your laugh makes me smile
I know you will take me home
When I will be tired in my pain.
You are the love in eternity.
Nobody escapes your embrace.

You are death. My very own.

~Wrik~

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