Kiss
She was beautiful and yet she was flawed,
Unaware of what her conscience was for,
There was evil in her eyes and her smile,
I wish I hadn't lived to tell the tale,
Everything was sweet till it turned bitter,
Putrid wounds started to burn and blister,
How can one resist such a siren song,
When I'm in her arms I feel like I'm known,
Lost in the moment till it all was lost,
Trapped in a horror weak and powerless,
I didn't have enough strength to resist,
There was a faint taste of blood in her kiss,
I was sure I was going to perish,
Helplessly trapped by her ruthless caress,
Broken and not fit to try to resist,
Shaken by the blood tasted in her kiss.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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