Wreck.

I submit to
your immutable gesticulation;
luring, and coaxing nemesis, that is.

I had my one foot in the grave
And Life has been abysmal.
With you, I’ll go.

That detrimental kiss
shriveled, and searing
’til my last blood kissed earth.

This permanence;
’tis the catastrophe
of relishing insomniac aurora.

Nick me;
to your unfathomable realm;
’til this gasp of pain leave no trace.

Oh death;
how enticing is your eminence
and to spurn your plea is despondency.

So purloin my soul
in a trice -
brisker than twinkling of an eye.