1I'm in love with Death. He is a skeletal figure like all those stereo-typical pictures, and he wears a black hood with red lining. He has a scythe, and he takes with a funny accent that reminds me of a Jamaican. I'm in love with the Grim Reaper.
He is a man, or a skeleton of great power, and great responsibility. I enslaved him while I was nine years old. A mortal child took death into her hands, and used him. Does that sound gothic to you? It shouldn't. I made him clean for me, wash for me, mow my lawn, and so forth.
I'm in love with the Grim Reaper.
And I hate myself for that.
I hate that the person that everyone fears, and hates is the one that my heart swells when I see. I cannot stand this warm feeling inside myself. I'm to be emotionless, and hateful. I do not 'love' and I do not prance around like some love struck teen.
I hate myself for that.
I'm in love with the Grim Reaper, and I cannot stand it. Can I tell you that enough? Does it make sense to know that you are in love with Death? It sounds like I'm cutting, doing drugs, or just plain burning things. I love the way the cold fingers of his shadow engulfs me. Warmth is for sissy's, and the shadow is for me.
I love him, and I hate myself for that.
I want to die, but that would mean that he would have to come find me. I want to see him. I don't want to see him. I want to live with him. I want to see him. I want to just go away and forget. I hate myself for loving the Grim Reaper. I hate myself for loving Death.