begged and chatted
sweet nothings to me
I breathed in the feeling
Desperately wanted the meaning
It patiently cried to me
in supplication
I felt its sympathyExhaled its need.
The need to be a part of this.
I please, I dote, extreme to smote
for the cause, to fulfill
the desire, the will
Death wants to be complete.The only way to close
that circle, my wheel
Is to sacrifice myself
and give, to give, in wholeness give
What has been dark secretley planned
designed, permanently mine.
Death.
--Diva
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