If Kisses Could Kill

by Bradley Peter   Apr 4, 2021


Marked many mortals with my morbid mouth,
Seems a kiss is more than just a kiss.
Slowly seeping, so simple souls sank south,
Even good intentions sometimes miss.

Were we wild and wicked in our worldly ways?
My spirit just sought to be free.
Deemed a devil who dealt in darkening days,
This is not who I set out to be.

Finding forgiveness feels fairly farfetched,
I shan't bother holding my breath.
Out numbered, out done, and obviously outstretched,
Light where I lay to leave nothing left.

Banish me beyond, burn me by the bright,
I yearn to be gone in truth.
Tell tales of my terrors, so terribly trite,
About the beast with unaging youth.

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