Death kisses me, Sucking the oxygen from my lungs,
A kiss so deadly, It can only be felt once,
A kiss of death so seductive, You'll never come back,
You get a taste of what can be, you get a taste of what you lack,
Death lays you upon a bed of crimson love,
You feel the moisture, seeping through your clothes,
You look down as your eyes fill with delight,
You see your wrists dripping, Growing this bed of lustful fright,
You let out a gentle moan, for these pleasure you've never known,
Who knew death would feel so right.
Lines blur. my vision fades,
Darkness; faded into this one, eternal, night.
Let death encase me with its final shroud of shadows.
So enthralled you take a final breath,
The lips of death beckon you, You have no choice..
You humbly accept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem