This Is Death

There's a numb body that can't feel a breeze
A heart inside that no longer beats
Dead, dead, dead all the way to the feet
Lungs deprived of air, blood on freeze.
As the moon grows brighter, the light is shallow
On the body that belongs to the gallows.
Bones broken, throat slashed
Who is the creature who had slaughtered with such cruelty?

Someone who was vibrant with tranquility
Hacked, violated, desecrated
Fingers curled when life had fled
Holes in her skin flushed out deep red
Eyes wide in fright.
The killer kisses her cold mouth good night.

If you think he is done, you are wrong
She'll be strung in a tree so the night can sing its song.
His mind lingers on her last breath
The warmth fleeing quickly.

What is it in his head that makes him so sickly?
Noose tight, throat constricted
Who knew lust could be so conflicted?
It isn't love when it is death.