The Curse Of Death Poem by Misty moon

Would you take a kiss from a gipsy?
Would you take her world in until they make you tipsy?
Would you take poison from a ghost if it would make you see?
What would happen if you were able to see?
What would happen if your faith goes?
Do you the ghost wailing sound?
Do you wail at the sound?
Would you invited the unvited in if it saved?
All these things it haunts me.
All these things burdens me.
I feel the brink of death
It sucks me in.
Can you feel the crawling within?
Seizing the universe of death.
Does these thoughts settle in your mind?