in respiratory breaths he whispers me a lullaby...
his eyes hold no warmth as his lashes drip in lies
why do I let him hold me in his clawed clutches
when his open teeth are spitting black murder
he doesn’t speak a sound but I hear his bolting throttle
I know what he wishes... his cold fingers ache for it
yes... Death’s dark lips draw closer towards my own
he intends to kiss me and with that kiss take my life
his hat is now touching my forehead as he leans in
his breath is that of a soundless winter night
what have I to do but close my eyes and accept
the luring man has me wrapped around his finger
those pale thin lips sing a song of severance with reality
his touch numbs the pain even as blood enters my eye
every heartbreak and every separation I’ve experienced
every struggle with myself and living with the past
it will all disappear with this last kiss...
now I can feel the vibration of his lips and they are but there
fluttering like a colorless moth they are silent
but the unaccustomed silence makes me weary..
I pull away
What am I doing! am I a fool?
This ugly man! This deceitful calm almost subdued!
If only from the memory of pain I am still standing
His face turns horrid with contempt for me who denied him
He hisses and tugs at my body to pull me back but I raise my hand
Slap! His face finally gains color and my senses take hold of me
I rip from his arms and slam the door without looking back
Oh, God... what have I done?