in a sad, deep red gown, death
walks with black-dressed life

holding a cold hand, mourning his being
death smiles at life bringing her near

a lay nicotine kiss and cries full
of sorrow, fill up death lungs
as life fades out darker

smoke in her eyes, death weeps aloud
she can’t be dead if life isn’t there
annihilated she stands

still holding the smoke of
the dark being goddess

death whitely fade, and ceases to be
she can't not be if what is just isn't