The kiss of death.
Betrothed to us at birth,
Is, naught, but a curse, an affliction,
Never to be lifted, never to be cured.
The kiss of death.
Lurks in every shadow we pass,
Slithers in and out of our dreams and wishes
Never to be seen, never to be caught.
The kiss of death.
Sleeps deep within our souls
Slowly consumes us, as thoughts of monotony grow.
Never to be slowed, never to be stopped.
The kiss of death.
When finally given, was not as it seems.
It was never the burden, imprinted in our mortal souls
Never, but always judged, never given a second chance.
The kiss of death.
When finally awoken, is not the cruel monster we thought.
It lulls us into a slumber, an adventure into the dream world.
Never, for you to wake, never, for you to return.
The kiss of death.
