she walked out of heaven
and flew down on a dove
she cleansed me of filth
like rain from above
she showered me with riches
more then enough
but i did not care for her
it is death that i love
she gave me her embrace
and i gave her neglect
she gave me her mind
but i showed no respect
she wants me to listen
but i must interject
i cannot communicate
for i find her suspect
why would she give me
gold and furs and
clothes and fine rugs?
I’d rather wander naked
in search of the death that I love
you call me insane
or maybe a liar
I am a man in need
she an object of desire
more that she is a person
with a very fine soul
she offers me comfort
with her to grow old
we can sit in the garden
and thank god for his fruit
and dine on hearts of palm
and fresh bamboo shoots
we can be of service to our neighbors
as a family of repute
id rather load and then cock and
then aim and then shoot
but i wish to hurt noone
not even my self
so i accept her gift
and place it on shelf
i am glad it is there
but it does me no good
even though in my heart i
know that it should
so she flew back to heaven
and i wandered to hell
and the higher she rose
the farther i fell
now i sit in the dark
and i shake all alone
and think of the dogs
and the taste of my bones
i dream of assassins
who have never known of a home
and i long for four horses
to ride as i roam
she stares down from clouds
in sincere disbelief
why must i be sour and suffer
when she offers sweet relief
why must i dig through the stench
to what lies beneath
for once i shall answer
ill try to be clear
so come listen closely ,
i want you to hear
now love in itself
is its own kind of fear
of the inevitable loss
of all we hold dear
we cling to a moment
in a futile attempt
to enjoy our lives until
our time is all spent
it is a fight and a battle
that none shall ever win
and i myself find that
its own mortal sin
for only one lover is loyal
and will stand by my side
even after its over
and we all have died
it is a noble truth
that i learned and i cried
and try as i might it
cannot be denied
so at least i can say
that i never had lied
for i know it is the inevitable
that we must accept
so i move toward it freely, without a push or a shove
for nothing is forever,
except the death that i love