My death
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My death has eyes.
He watches me as I undress;
He craves for me to die unless
I crave for him as well
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My death has lips.
He kisses me as I still lay asleep;
He breathes my skin and I fall deep;
Never to rise again.
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My death has arms.
In which I lay so numb,
To which I must succumb
Each and every time.
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My death has voice
Deep as the darkest sea;
In which there cannot be
A means for my escape.
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My death has sins
So heavy and unclean;
I am to be his sin
Even before my time.
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My death has not a soul.
Shallow his fear, scorching his lust.
His eyes - defense against my trust.
So I lay back.
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To welcome him inside,
To quench his shameless pride,
He takes me fast,
I cannot last.
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