Floating through a neighborhood I sense my next prey..
Sinners of the young are among my favorite to slay..
Slipping through a crack,
I quickly float up the stairs..
With his wife sleeping beside him,
I waste no time and begin..
Swooping down over parted lips,
a piece of his soul I catch with a kiss..
12 nights have come and gone,
not much left but skin and bones..
Family ran away fearing the unknown..
Sitting in dirty linens he scrambles to hide his sins from me..
But there's no hiding,
I always see..
The 13th Kiss rips his twisted soul to shreds..
No second chances for those kissed by Death..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
