Death's Mistress

My pain is great,
but I will not kneel
before the power
of the demons that steal
my joy,my beauty,
my essence,my life,
I refuse to be
the Grim Reaper's wife
I will not give in
to his insipid existence,
I refuse to die,
on this, I'm insistent,
He's had me as a mistress
for all these years,
He has stolen my flavor to live.
Haven't I done enough for Him?
What else must I give?
How much of my soul
will be left, if any,
when I finally free myself
from His agonizing tyranny?
I've been Death's lover
far too long
to marry His sorry ass,
all He'll ever get from me
Is His hollow heart
of shattered glass.