Poem -
Kiss of Demise
I feel the reaper is constantly stalking me, patiently waiting biding his time for me. And I know deep inside my death is inevitable.
She always seemed to like flirting with me, and no doubt I would flirt back. Demise has this certain alluring Appeal, after all who could ever resist deaths eternal kiss.
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Comments
It’s a little shorter then normal. It just hit me out of no where and didn’t want to lose it. I’m more then likely going to add more to it.