Ghostly figures
dance around my bedroom
he touches my arm
i jolt awake
unable to move
i feel an icy breath
at my ear
i voice i know
is all too clear
the voice of death
"come and play, my sweet child, tonight the demons will run wild"
"i play with fire and blade,
but not with an evil of your true shade"
he moves my hair
out of my face
i wish to make him leave this place
"listen, listen hard and well"
i lock my jaw
"those are the games we play in hell"
i swallow
"come and join us,
my dear sweet girl"
"i will not recede to your dark world"
his hands on my face
everything is out of place
nothing, anymore, tries to make sense
sweat dripping down my skull
he wipes my forehead
i do not understand
"i am your friend"
whispers the transparency
"you are a nightmare"
"oh, you dream of me, do you?"
his lips on mine
my body still unable to move
"join me, now and forever"
he breathes
many people talk of deaths door
or his doorstep
but you die on his lips
i have brushed the lips of death
but twas not enough to take my soul
but still enough to kill my mind
a part of me now trapped inside
never to be released
never satisfied nor pleased
that part of me
myself
lives there
on the lips of death
