• How will the town react
    if they ever found out the truth,
    that the man I was seeing
    had internal youth

    He keeps his face hidden
    in the darkness of his hood.
    I wish I can show his beauty to all.
    If only I could.

    He can appear at any time
    dressed in his sleek black cloak
    made of the softest silk
    I have ever stroke

    I slowly run my fingers
    through his lush long black hair.
    Into his eyes of baby blue
    is where I dare to stare.

    At first his touch is icy cold
    but then his embrace is all so warm
    he holds me close cursing,
    how soon he'll have to perform.

    He has postponed my end
    ever since we have met.
    He wanted to help me first
    not let me die just yet.

    I never thought
    he could be so sweet
    kind enough
    to let me cheat

    But it cannot last forever
    soon he'll have to stop the heart beats
    But that's okay, as long as he promises
    to lay beside me on the bed-sheets

    The town never liked me.
    My work always made them upset
    but my love thought I was a genius.
    This, I will never forget.

    He wanted me to finish .
    This was the chance he gave,
    to finish all my writing
    before I took my talents to the grave.

    Edgar Allen Poe
    must be oh so jealous
    that his end was a horrid October 7
    while mine was nothing but kindness.

    I think it was this town
    that caused me this illness
    that will soon lead me
    to that tunnel of brightness

    But that is all right
    they are just jealous I guess
    that I can spin a web
    even while I'm in my nightdress

    And I know, they'll never have
    the unique chance I'll get before my last breath
    to put a smile on my killer
    by saying, "I'm in love with Death."