loving death

I  peeped up at death.
As he glared/smirked down at me.
N0 quiver. . .
N0 shiver. . .
N0 shriek of terror. . .
N0thing but the tingle
of a quake in the pit of my st0mach.
What madness must run through me. . .
To welc0me Death so warmly
. . . with open arms.
Like a lover
once again found.