1.My Reaper

I want to taste

The ecstasy

That's dripping from his lips.

I have to soak

Myself_ in the poison

That's staining his fingertips.

I shall breathe

In the odor

That's toxic to my being

Because I need to feed

On his mere existence

That struck me like a pill.

Like a razor

To my palm

He's the reaper of my soul.

He's so wrong,

Yet it feels so right

The dark lyrics to my song

He kills me with_

His harmful touch

That's polished off with a little gloss

To smooth the edge away.

He's my overdose

Deathly overdue

My muse…

My everlasting_

'Shade of gray.'