1998
Last Kiss by DaMoyre
Poem
Why am I not surprised
When I meet with Death?
He must've followed
Step by Step.I can see the truth in his eyes,
Remorse-filled emeralds under moonlight.
His marble carved face,
The strong hands do hold me in place.I knew he was coming for me,
Felt his cold breath on my face.
I saw his fangs, the kiss so sweet
In his arms, I close my eyes.Fate and strange desires
The last rendezvous with destiny
I feel my limbs going numb.
So very beautiful, how could I resist?Sweet surrender
Confused emotions of fear and anger
He satisfies his thirst,
Merciful Death.