Passing Of The Weak Poem by Fallen Angel Purrs

Time has passed
since I felt your body against mine.

As I lie alone in darkness,
growing weaker with each passing moment -
visions of you slowly disappear
with each blink of my tear-stained eyes.

Warm blood flowing from the knife
penetrated deep in my heart,
travels down my lifeless skin
turning cold as it reaches
my slowly pulsating neck
where you last laid your sultry kisses.

My Dearest Lover,
my last request of you
before I drift into eternal slumber,
please release me
from memories of you.