rigor mortis

There are no words that can describe,

the way you look right now
A vision in your whitest dress,
to which a God would bow

And as the moonlight shines upon,

your skin as white as snow
The fever rising in my heart,
I fear you'll never know

This passion is a thunderstorm,

that rages in my soul
If but one kiss you'd simply spare,
Then you would make me whole

But eagerly I sit here now,

observing as you “sleep”
Emotions waking up inside
and rising from the deep

Your white dress lays upon your skin,

unblemished, where it not,
But for a single crimson stain,
of liquid thick and hot

And open eyes that stare in fear,

of what has come to be
Shall never look upon my face
and someone lesser see

For you denied me to become,

The keeper of your heart
And so the dagger in my hand,
has taken you apart

And since your never dared to see,

the way I ached for you
In death you shall forever walk,
the girl I loved and slew

And in the candlelight that burns

how perfect, and how swell
And fitting only it can be,
that death fits you so well

With shaking hands and teary eyes,

but somehow full of bliss
Straight from your icy lips I steal,
a first and final kiss
Before they lay you in the ground
my sentence will be paid
My neck under the guilotine,
awaiting for the blade

But still defiant I will stand,

until my final breath
Because I know we'll meet again
forever bound by death.