lol death

My gentle death, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you call, sleep and wallow,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming of the calm that follows.

Let me compare you to a weak ember?

You are more beautiful, generous and cold.

Dark frost nips the robins of December,

And wintertime has the powerful hold.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your darkness, nothingness and peace.

Thinking of your coldest touch fills my days.

My love for you is the nocturnal cease.

Now I must away with a quiet heart,

Remember my weak words whilst we're apart.