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The kiss of Death

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He pulls me to himself,
the dark smile on his face;
My heart flutters within me,
Desperate to end the chase. 

 

His eyes target mine,
the indication of end;
"Oh please! Do be kind."
I beg to the fiend. 

 

He brings his lips to mine, 
I feel myself freeze;
a tiny brush and he's gone,
just a gust of breeze. 

 

Gradually, I feel the burn, 
where our two worlds did meet; 
of life winning over death,
where I felt the pain sweet. 

 

The music comes back, 
my heart beats again;
I feel the numbness grow,
with the fading pain. 

 

Suddenly, I sense my soul leaden,
falling into a darker cave;
My hands start to shiver with fear,
who had pretended to be so brave. 

 

Then, as the light breaks in,
I realize the utter lack of chance;
I've already been marked by death,
for life's final dance. 




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