How beautiful is the face of death, drawing me closer into his his warm arms
Mesmerize by his slender body, his eyes ease my rough soul
But I'm mot sure if I want to glide away with him to the deep unknown
How quite is the countenance of death,
so sweet and graceful like a beautiful angel gazing upon me, yet I'm terrified by his presence,
I can feel his eyes piercing my soul wanting to capture the light within
He thirst for a cup of this young fresh blood, a burning desire in his aura
His sinister smile makes me quiver in fear, but somehow I can not run
from him for I am frozen at his feet,
How cruel is the face of death, a form which I have never seen,
but it is no surprise for I knew he was destruction and pain coated in a beautiful face of
lies.
