Kiss of Death (part 2)

by Akida   Nov 19, 2004


Blood dripping down, I try not to make a sound.
Out stretched his wings, and somewhere someone sings.
It seems Death is right in front of me.
I turn around and try to flee
No matter how scared I was, something stopped me.
He turned me round
moved in close.
And with One simple kiss, I fall to the ground.
The Black Winged Angel flies so high.
He leaves me there to die.

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