Kiss of Death [Reprise]

Rain drips down my pale skin
as a cold shiver claims my mortality,
Underneath the clouded, quarter moon
That shines its ugly, yellow hue down
Onto the empty streets where you found me.

You approached my fraility with confidence,
Drew me into your cool embrace;
A shield from the harsh, Fall winds.
Before my scream disturbed the resting Eve,
your fiery eyes bearing down silenced me.

“Dear Stranger,” your dark voice filled my ear,
your cold hands caressed the sides of my awed face,
“May you tell me why all you humans Fear?”
The unsuspected inquiry drew an ironic laugh,
you quirked your stone face in question.

I pondered all of the possible answers before speaking,
“It is the virus we are most insusceptible to,”
Your low, bemused chuckle sliced through me
in vast smooth motions you had me pinned-
My back to the hard, brick wall, you pressed against me.

“Are you afraid?” Your hiss was so pleasurable to hear,
Leaning in closer you breathed coolly on my neck.
Goosebumps prickled my skin, my hair on all ends,
Yet, as I searched in all my inner crevaces and shadows,
I could not find that Fear we spoke of.

Sensing my strength muddled with curiousity,
you inched in and pressed your teeth into my neck.
My papery skin held no match for your razors,
though as the thick, crimson flooded from me
I gasped in ecstacy, heightened by the sheer pain.

Though you took from me my body’s most precious gift,
Your lips pulsed lurid fire through each vein;
the rueful scent of others death on you tantalized me,
and in the weary night no longer lonesome,
I cried for you to take all the life within me.

I did not realize my encounter, however strange,
Would rape my heart of its beat for eternity,
But no regrets besought me as my skin
turned alabaster, to match you my lovely friend.
And of your sweet rapture I whispered thanks,
for the delieverance of your Kiss of Death.

Fatal Recollection

She clambered down the jagged cliff,
its narrowness not noticed,
And bound towards the crashing blue.
A glint of severe curiousity in her eyes,
the youthul smile radiated no fear.
Etched within her very skin it lie;
The yearning for the little rocks,
the one’s lay strewn, sparkling at the shore.

With slender digits she found one,
It called to her with familiarity.
The gentle curves, the sharp wedges,
had creased itself in her fingertips
some distant time ago.
She was brought to press her lips
Against the cold stone, and quivered.
She recalled this kiss and knew it well;

It was His poison flowing in her, once again.

Handle With Care

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My hearts broken with no valves to spare.

These fingers, they snapped like small sticks
He stepped on them and screamed for his fix.
Tiny, little bones did shatter
Cries unheard for they did not matter.
Strange, that the pain I did not mind
For in it, there’s a solstice to find.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My heart’s broken with no valves to spare.

A deep crimson blood stains the floor,
I’m told, “Live with this Fear no more,”
How can I? The blood is still wet –
Afterall these years it has not set.
In the distance there’s a vagueness,
of the cold rape from his deep, dark kiss.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My heart’s been broken with no valves to spare.

So in the darkest of my nights,
Underneath the shadows, through all sights,
Your sharp claws grasp tightly at me
The loathingin your eyes s’all I see.
I wish to be with a dif’rent man,
Though all I do is doubt that I can.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care,
My heart’s broken with no valves to spare.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care,
There is no love that my soul can bear.

To You;

It seems like the gross fog drops itself over us, giving death to the young hearts of ours

I feel your deep breath tickling my neck

this intrigues me slightly swaying my mind.

Moments like these are truly beautiful

Our heads resting on each others breast as the drumming feeds our ears

Certainly this perfection must end

As many minds alike agree

And that drags on me like shackles from the wrist and ankles.

Our lips tell the best story

Entwining and taking on the life of their own

Enchanting us gracefully.

Just to let you know,

This moment and many others will stay with me –

creating the basis of the rest of me life.

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