The death of you

For the life of me I shutter the sense of beauty in the death of you
be it that I found love drowned in lies,a passion upon pain that I bloomed from
The tales of your choice,converting in a dance beneath a moon filled
with a devil breaths as if I called to a reaper to pardon you for a score of six days six nights ,six lashes I owe for the death of you
May I  rebell in a fashionable sense of forgiveness as tomorrow the mourning may crow from a black winged bird ,instilled in my black tooth grin laid along the patella of favored lies cursed beyond a far cry of confession ,leading
Me into a overkill with a smell of a cypress fusion where I lie in three inchs of bloodstained promises,covered in clovers mocked by the touch of god ode to the death of you fore my blessing of murder became a sinnister rage yet I found it beautiful ,darling Iam wrong for the right I followed challenged my pride to wash the blood from my eyes ,only to style in a misery left for me to become the death of you,for Iam beautiful