Sempiternal Eyes of Death

I look down at my feet as I shuffle
Around,
Floating on the bones of death, to
Where our bed resides.
I keep my eyes fixed on the ground
Below,
No, I cannot bear to look up.
I sit softly on the mattress, right next
To death,
As he sucks in a breath, and cries.
I lay my skull on my pillow with hope,
Wishing the sound,
To cease.
But the wails of death, stay close by
My ear.
Now, I have been trying to sleep,
For weeks upon weeks,
But all I can do is try.
Try as I will, I am reminded of faults;
"The best? Not enough, in this world
Of bests,"
Oh, my eyes, how they water and
Red,
Like that of death, who lays close
By.
His warm breath tickles my ear,
As he reminds me we are one in the
Same.
And the crimson that flows, inside of
My veins,
Feels tainted with his thought.
"Please let me sleep,
And leave
For weeks upon weeks,"
But my eyes,
They will not close 'til you are here.
Until you sleep in our bed of despair.
And sink death far away,
Far from our bed.

I will bury my thoughts, deep in the
Sheets,
As you part them, and climb
Underneath.
When your body finds mine,
Death finally leaves,
So he sighs, and watches
From afar.
The thick sheets lay, concealing the
Rigid bones
Of death,
We both know quite well.
But it flees at our love,
Flees far away.
As your face draws nearer,
Illuminated with the perfection
Of thoughts,
Death,
Wanders farther from us.
But death does not blink,
Nor turn his back, to this tiny,
But warm,
Bed of our love.
My eyes slowly close, as I feel
You against me,
At peace with these
Beautiful faults.
We both ease into sleep, together,
Content as death watches.