| | Posted 14th November 2013 at 10:19 AM by 4Everloved
Kiss of Death, I will not visit you again.
I will not stand at your door
And wonder what it is that holds me back from taking all your ideas into my mind and
giving myself to you.
I am out of the doorway.
I have turned around and ran.
I'm on to you,
Kiss of Death
You flowery, showy hibiscus
With your sharp, teethy leaves
Your empty words and black-hole solace
Prayers that you offer sound like death