kiss of death

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There is a sickness
In the air,
In my veins,
In my mind.

Death and darkness,
All around me.
Disgusting me.

I want to run.
Yet i cant
Take my eyes off her,
Off the destruction
She causes.
She holds me in her grasp,
Pulling me into
A kiss,
I taste metallic,
sorrow,
Grief,
Her.

It's disgusting,
So is she,
And, so am i.

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