The Kiss of Death
The Kiss of Death I place on the left side of your chest.
Directly over your heart, with each beat it falls apart.
The touch of my lips softly against your skin reminds me of a time I want to relive again.
The smell of my perfume consumes and destroys all the people my demon deploys.
One last touch to damn your rut, a feeling of depravity grabbing your mouth shut.
The Kiss of Death I place on your right side cheek, where the Judas’s damned humanity- it’s happening as we speak.
I’m destructive and raging, like a fire I’m caging.
The sole survivor of my pain, your immunity to my flames tells me you’re unashamed-
The Kiss of Death I place on you remains unmoved and untouched,
The only ones who stayed alive replied “this is more than just luck. “