I long to stare into soulless eyes
and to feel their blind gaze upon me

I long to kiss cold lips and to taste the
death upon them

I long to feel dead fingers as they
stroke stiffly against my face

I long to make love in a bed of
satin, my lover so cold and quiet beneath me

And I know ,Death ,she has a lover
if only me

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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