Decadent Decay

Decadent Decay

The blackness envelops you
like the last fall of the velvet curtain,
the applause rising for the end
of your life.
The darkness, cold and hungry,
gnaws at your soul.
A bittersweet taste,
metallic, salty, burning.
Burning.
A welcome reprieve.
Thine roses fade,
thine eyes like glass.
Stone-like marbles
in a hall of decaying flesh.
Bloodless lips drawn tight,
tasteless mouth sewn shut.
Tears never shed,
locked in strongboxes of will and promise.
Candy-coated blade,
sugar-stained ruby red.
Gaping holes closed by tender hands,
burrowed into,
invaded with rot.
Dripping, dripping,
a crimson tide.
Stopping for no one but death’s gatekeeper.
a coin for the passage across the River Stykes,
here shall you bribe the boatman.
6 feet down she slumbers.
6 feet down she lies.