Unwanted

That wonderful
Rancid breath
Of Death
Eludes me.

Often, I wonder
'Does Death not want me?'
As you apparently don't
This I ponder.

I'm a failure
At Life
At Love
But at least I'm a Death Slave.

I want to live
But I haven't the strength.
You could give me that
If you could only give me you.

My soul I'd share
My heart?
The same.
But my mind is mine.

Free my Dark Heart
I want The Light
That reflects
Off your knife.