Kiss of Death

by DarkLight   Oct 14, 2017


she came to me in my dreams,
floating like clouds on a sunny day.
Her voice like breeze through the valley
glowing like full moon,
and breath like ice.
With open hands I embraced her,
with both love and hate,
like madman away from psychiatric hospital.
Forever, she promised mine to be.
Then the universe turned into darkness
as our lips touched
A final kiss.

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