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Kiss of Death
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Supernatural/Killers You look at me as if searching
Into the depths of my frozen heart
Seeking some flames of kindness
Some place where you may start
But you find nothing,
Not even a soul to capture
Instead a gothic beauty
And lips so full of rapture
You ask me why I'm here
Why I have come
I bear gifts for the mortals
Mortals old and young
The gift of death
A kiss of eternal sleep
Their body is released to you
But their soul is mine to keep
For what would be the underworld
If it did not hold the dead?
I chuckle cold as ice
My eyes a gleaming red
Ah, I do that sometimes... Not much anymore, for alot of my poetry doesn't really rhyme. But I liked this one, none-the-less. The ending was pretty kool.