Life's often Painful always in a Haste, You can't even Stop to Savour its Taste, Peace is Found only after the last Breath, That's why i love my Obsession of Death.
I promise to preserve you like that pickle mom used to give. I little bit of sweet, a bit of salt. I shall savour every moment while I'm consuming you. And I will sacrifice everything before sharing you with anyone else.
I savour the storm that you are, my once upon placid waters welcoming you with ripples of gratitude, embracing with unreined ardour, your endearing entropy.