I have a crush on death

The frangrance of our bonding fades
Only the scent of longing remains;
to choke ceaselessly at the neck of my future
But courted by death, I am appeased.
I smile as the shadows spill over me,
A winding clothe – I am set free.
And I gave up the ghost
In hopes of joining you;
Of traveling to a universe, parallel
Or somewhere along those lines.
I fall on your hilt, so I may be by your side.
So damn tired of all this nickel and diming
That draws and quarters me into shreds
Bite sized pieces,
I am fit for the phantasms lips
Am fit to be digested
And become a part of you.
Until my soul is your soul
And my needs are your needs
And we become more of us
Than we are of ourselves.
Like an old man’s face
That tells the story
Of every person it used to be.
I am blessed and destined
to be absorbed into your seas.