Kiss Of Death
An angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
Hair strands like razor blades
Cutting deep into my flesh I began to fade
Heart palpitations made me panic
As the illusions in her eyes made me manic
The curse of her black magic
Brings death and despair so tragic
Her lips are carmine red
Painted with the blood of the dead
I could have set her on fire
But I'm a slave to my own desire
Her claws dig into my chest bringing pain
Covering the floor in sin and stain
Our muffled breaths are brawling
As my will to live keeps falling
Brought down to my knees
Broken and beaten I plead...please
But an angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
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