Love Of Death

My morbid death, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you cremate and die,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dead comply.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more crying, nothingness and grave.
Sleep frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the outlying brave.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your decease, demise and dying.
Thinking of your lead demise fills my days.
My love for you is the trying lying.

Now I must away with a ghoulish heart,
Remember my red words whilst we're apart.