Death Is My Demon
		© S. Cordeiro  3/21/01
	
On silver and black wings,
Death flies with me;
Hand in hand,
We soar through the sky.

Welcome slices of his sickle
Slash my soft skin;
From each slice of flesh,
Sweet blood flows.
Each precious drop 
Frees my heart to feel

No pain, nor grief,
No worries or troubles.
Peace replaces these
At long last, my soul at rest.

Death,
A part of me
Forever and always,
My demon lover.