The poem is mine. If someone wants to use it for something, ask me first, please.


Your love,

like a shadow,

falls over me.

Sometimes, A

burden I carry

on my shoulders.

But will you be

here tomorrow?

I cannot bare

the thought of your


I pray

you will stay here

until the end of time.

I pray

eternity will be

ours to share.

And if I must die,

that Death will be

swift and warm.

That it will embrace me,

as you do.

For is there any difference,

when you are in love with Death?

I will not be afraid.

AN: I know there's a story I have to finish, but I've been too busy with school. If I have the time, though, I will upload the next chapter this week.