Thus Death

Arising from wreaking bones,
limbs laying on blood splattered stones,
Cryptic nihilistic slaughter,
vomiting blood and holy water,
Death is salvation,
Morbid reincarnation,

I am Deaths' living breathe,
Frozen rotten flesh, tearing skin,
Dead within, lifeless and pale,
Stench of decomposition,
in black lungs, inhale,

by the cold fist clutching my rusty knife,
And once again, I breathe in their lives within,
only to kill again, I am eternal, whilst they
remain helpless,
thus, Death