Death

The Stockholm syndrome love

For my grim reaper

A fetish for death

Grotesque

Assuming the cloak of destruction

The end of a beginning

To the beginning of the end

The earthworm

Who transforms death

And cultivates life.

It is not murder –

Simply reincarnation

Acceleration

ONE blessed day

We’ll depart from this sewer.

Life is pain,

Death is hope,

Change.

The mystery

Of a future unknown

Beckons

As the seconds tick by.

I am in no hurry

But if it comes today

I am waiting eagerly

For it can only happen once.