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Kiss of Death
To my Killer....
Just as a moth is pulled in by the radiance of its glow,
As I am of your soul.
Beyond a world you shall never truly know.
I live of your heat,
Your soothing sounds that not even heard in a cave,
Echoes of nothing is what will be whispered to you.
But I hear you.
I feel you.
Breathe you.
Live for you.
But are we one?
As weary,
And as weak I am,
Fragile to you yet the hold is strong.
Still you kill me.
Draining every bit of energy possessed.
From the last pint of blood,
To the last Glimpse of sight.
You Kill Me...
