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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