demondeathkitty
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Decay
My eyes burred as I looked at the horror fulled face,
The face that was of my nightmare and of my death,
The face that was hidden by darkest,
But under the darkest decay, rotting flesh,
No one wished to touch or love,
He was forever lonely hiding behind a veil of darkest,
I felt sorry creeping in my eyes,
My eyes started to water begging to release the tears as I watched him,
He walked one foot in front of the other,
He stared at me through the veil of darkest,
Staring into my soul,
From the horror fulled face,
He walked in front of me,
His face continued to be covered by the growing darkest,
I wanted to beg for mercy but I only felt sorrow for his face,
Before he took me,
Before death took me under its wing,
He kissed my neck,
Like a lover, a person to love for all of life but I knew my life was at a end,
That at the end was darkest,
He whispered under his breath but close to my ear so I could hear his last words to me,
“I’m sorry.”
He felt sorry for my sorrow in my last minutes of life,
My last moment to be alive,
Before I was a decay, rotting corpse like his face,
Sharp pain came from my neck,
I did not move or shiver,
But stood willing as he took my life from my veins,
The life I was dear to,
I didn’t want it away but I knew I was gone,
The darkest would come over his lost decayed face,
A beautiful face would show through,
I whispered, hoping he had heard my last words,
He moved from my neck,
The darkest slowly disappeared,
To a beautiful face,
Glowing with life the decay faced lost in a small unfelt blow of the wind,
The darkest was not lost as my sight came covered in darkest,
As I heard his true last words,
“I do to.”
Decay
My eyes burred as I looked at the horror fulled face,
The face that was of my nightmare and of my death,
The face that was hidden by darkest,
But under the darkest decay, rotting flesh,
No one wished to touch or love,
He was forever lonely hiding behind a veil of darkest,
I felt sorry creeping in my eyes,
My eyes started to water begging to release the tears as I watched him,
He walked one foot in front of the other,
He stared at me through the veil of darkest,
Staring into my soul,
From the horror fulled face,
He walked in front of me,
His face continued to be covered by the growing darkest,
I wanted to beg for mercy but I only felt sorrow for his face,
Before he took me,
Before death took me under its wing,
He kissed my neck,
Like a lover, a person to love for all of life but I knew my life was at a end,
That at the end was darkest,
He whispered under his breath but close to my ear so I could hear his last words to me,
“I’m sorry.”
He felt sorry for my sorrow in my last minutes of life,
My last moment to be alive,
Before I was a decay, rotting corpse like his face,
Sharp pain came from my neck,
I did not move or shiver,
But stood willing as he took my life from my veins,
The life I was dear to,
I didn’t want it away but I knew I was gone,
The darkest would come over his lost decayed face,
A beautiful face would show through,
I whispered, hoping he had heard my last words,
He moved from my neck,
The darkest slowly disappeared,
To a beautiful face,
Glowing with life the decay faced lost in a small unfelt blow of the wind,
The darkest was not lost as my sight came covered in darkest,
As I heard his true last words,
“I do to.”