I Kissed The Face Of Death Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground,
He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
The Angel of Darkness kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear,
His words pollute my mind, and fills my psyche with fear.

Thoughts like thunderous explosions, hammering inside my head,
They turn my insides out, stolen soul, I am the living dead.
He touches me with blood stained hands, kisses me with bittersweet lips,
Try to escape but he enthrals me, his hands slide down my back to my hips.

Running his black nails through my hair, pushing me against the wall,
His tongue feeling round my mouth, over my body his fingers crawl.
My arms wrap round his broad shoulders, I give just as much in return,
I want his sour sweetness to remain in my mouth, his presence I yearn.

My lips are bleeding, my lungs feel tight, as he continues to osculate me,
His touch is torture, the pain unbearable, but I can not cease, can not flee.
It’s as if he’s clamped to my body, as if we were born conjoined at the hip,
The afflict of his affection on my mind and body, stinging like a whip.

After his constant attention, his perverted love, he finally slows down,
It seemed to last for hours, he and I had sweat across on our crowns.
But he held just as tight, possessive almost, while he stared at me with depth,
As I looked into his hypnotising eyes, I could not hold it in, I wept.

His ice cold skin touching mine as I breathe heavy, uneasy breaths,
My face, inches from his, his yellow eyes putting mine to the test.
He gives me one last kiss, so long and violent it’s left me without a breath,
As he turned away his draft of sweat lingered, I kissed the face of death.

And now I hunger with such lust for that kiss to touch my lips once again,
With me his seducing silence will forever in my mind remain.
Delicious movements tickling each other’s obscene person,
Whoever’s body he affectionately touches, that lust will eternally worsen.