I can feel death near me at every turn his ever cold hand growing closer to me I can hear his subtle breathing and feel his lust for my soul as he has finally come to release me from this mortal world he lays his hand upon my shoulder and he steals a frozen kiss from my ghostly lips he is now delivering me the kiss of death as he slowly takes me into his arms we kiss are cold lips touch as death slowly removes my soul and I begin to freeze but it feels warm and death has taken me for his own I may be dead but my soul will live on for all eternity as deaths own personal slave
