my words, they're back!

Her eyes shone with death
how absurd! she was alive in the end
her breath hers to spend
how ever she would dare
would she breathe of the love
she will lose? of her lover in abacus shoes?
the black edges of death, around her they crawl
around violet eyes, they call
away with conviction, away with deceit!
in the last throes of life death will not be defeat
and now that you pool like my coat at my feet
my mind to your cries shuts with echoing heat
the deafening cry is too late to be heard
as her ears strain to hear such a raucous, absurd...
so release me and beg of me no more than this
that your wish to be spared will be granted; remiss
of me maybe to leave you to scamper away
but as death will i too will come for you someday.