Q-Lovely Death

Lovely Death

It is only after you have been dead for a while that you begin to look
to lovely.

Sunken cheeks free of color full of luscious decay,

Oh my collection admired growing by the day,

such wonderful my trophies dustless upon my shelves.

Lovely creatures spilling life into my floors so I can dance and
rejoice in it barefoot.

For I am aroused as color deepest red spills leaving the skin the
palest of white,

And the brilliance of the colors of eyes become empty and
listless.

Slowly, slowly they die watching me smile and touch myself.

Beautiful you will soon be more beautiful than imagined it only takes a
while.

Blessed silence fills my chambers as a new trophy takes its place

Perfumed and decorated propped gently along the wall.

Now I shall wait for the right time to put her with the others,

For she must change her form as only death can help her do.

I will wait with great fascination as she changes for me,

Glee I shall feel when she completes her task.

Treasured, as are the others I will love her too then after time,

Just a bit of time perhaps I will choose you.