Kiss Of Death.

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Kiss Of Death.

Silence surrounds me.
 There’s a ringing in my ear.
 I hear nothing.
 Not even a pin drop.
 I’m alone.
 Darkness takes  hold of me.
 I’m scared.
 A chill goes down my back.
 I’m shaking uncontrollably.
 I’m alone.
 A pair of ruby red eyes glow in the shadows of darkness.
 They move closer and closer to me.
 I’m scared.
 My breathing becomes erratic
 The heart in my chest pounds.
 The eyes are inches away,
 Staring into my soul.
It reaches a clammy hand,
 And touches my smooth skin,
 Sending goose bumps up and down my body
 I freeze,
Terrified.
He moves closer.
I can feel his icy breath on my face.
My heart beat quickens.
I’m confused
 Suddenly, his cold dead lips
 Are pressed against mine.
 I weaken at the knees.
 I feel drained.
 My life is being sucked away.
 I’m limp.
 The demon pulls away,
 Licking his lips,
 Savoring the taste.
 He holds my body
 In his stone-like arms,
 Not quite done.
 He attacks once more,
With more force,
 With more lust.
 He takes what’s left
 With his lips;
 His kiss of death.
He swallows my soul.
No mercy as he walks away

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Knwldge commented on Kiss Of Death.

12-31-2010

Aye yo, this was different and i liked it, dont worry what nobody say this is ur world, flood it with ur swagg ya digg?

gregster commented on Kiss Of Death.

11-24-2010

i know this is lovely and what its based on.......but i think there is much to this again....well..i dont think whom kissed u was whom u thought....

ImpressOfLyfe

11/24/2010

It was a vampire,

ShadowStealer commented on Kiss Of Death.

11-23-2010

Very descriptive. I liked it. Another one for my favorites!!!!! ShadowStealer

ImpressOfLyfe

11/23/2010

I am glad you Like it Shadowstealer. There is more to come

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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