The Rose Of Rancid Petals

Her cold hand beckons for me
To step out from the light
To feel the breeze upon my face
To feel her kiss upon my cheek
Her arms wrapped tight around me
Her voice — whispering in my ear
Her fingers linked with mine
There is nothing to fear
I’ve become one with the cold
I want to die
I’m diving into the void
I want to die
I take her hand and follow on
Her bones are pressed against my palms
Her stench is rife within my nostrils
I find it oh so calming
She hands me roses full of thorns
Their petals rancid from the buds
I suddenly feel whole
She pulls my hands unto her sheath
Her robe drops down to her feet
I raise my fingers to her breast
Nothing but bones beneath her chest
One hand on my hip now waltzing
A dance with death is underway
Folding my knees beneath me
The temptress clad in sweet decay
Slowly she whispers «my name is Bella»
Torso is twisting under the pressure now
Eyes locked in furious gaze, unbroken
Reaching into my chest no words spoken
Coldness engulfing all that is felt
Darkness replacing all that I can see
All torment from me has been stripped
The solace I feel is her gift
I’ve become one with the cold
I want to die
I’m diving into the void
I want to die
I have embraced the coldness
And made deal with her
To take this life of torment
— Rip it from my chest within
I have engaged in a dance with death
To feel her lips upon my face