Trigger Warning!
Kiss of death
In my rearview mirror...
I fixed my stare — full of revulsion; lifeless.
I became rigid as I felt the hands of death nudge on my cheeks.
The demon, the aphotic, the shadow, the dark has come to summon me.
The icy heart of mine started to beat slowly and the blood on my veins started to run apatheticly;
Is this the juncture to cradle in my own grave?
Kiss of death as it may — am I ready to jump in the death's spiral?
Life is ephemeral - am I ready to sick myself to death to reimburse my wickedness?
In the brink of dawn, am I going to die?
Or it will turn on another way around?
Wilt I still see the moonrise, sunrise and the twinkling of stars?
But how can I l, when in every breath I take I felt a constant throbbing oppress?
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