The
Kiss of Death.
The sickly
soft kiss of death,
Pierced her
velvet red lips,
Her bones
started to get weaker,
And her
flesh was slowly vanishing.
Skeleton me,
love don’t cry.
She was a
creamy white color,
The blood
escaped her body,
She wasn’t
in pain; she didn’t feel a thing,
Except the un-bearableness
of her none existence,
Skeleton
me, love don’t cry.
She lied on
the ground, dirty, and forgotten,
She was sad;
she couldn’t help looking back,
Trying to
remember, her past,
Why was she
here?
Who did
this to her?
Run, Run, runaway,
don’t bother looking back
She ran,
and ran, but it seemed like an eternity,
A man
stopped her in her tracks,
He said,
with a sickly, sweet, sorrow,
I’d like
you to stay, and be my prize,
She broke
down, and cried,
Why me, why
you
I don’t
want to live like this anymore,
And just
like magic,
She fell to
the ground, and vanished,
Into the
flowing universe,
Skeleton
me, fall asleep.
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