In love with the undead…
It’s like the Kiss of Death.
With lip gloss and blood.
I wait for that one night,
Where my heart stops beating forever.
Waking up in my grave, every night.
Walking on the boulevard
Hungry for blood.
Loss of blood,
For immortality.
Selling my soul,
For beauty.
Killing the chemicals in our heads
To forget the pain.
Calling out to the dead.
For an undead heart.
Sacrificing souls
For life.
Like a maniacal bride
Offering suicide.
Like falling in love with the undead.
It’s like the Kiss of Death.
With lip gloss and blood…
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryChains breaking Evil rising In this dark valley Breathless Hearts racing Blood pumping As you run Fear is consuming you As evil is coming closer You’re powerless Helpless Give up That’s all you can do Surrender Evil is here Possessing you (K.J.F)
