Kiss of death

The kiss that was nice at the moment,
Is now the kiss that ends all kisses.

The burning of my tongue,
And stinging of my throat.

Only tells me that my time,
Is no longer then the day I was born.

The kiss of death,
Seems so pleasing and appealing.

But is the death of so many,
Who fall to its trap.

The sugar coated red lip,
The sourer pleasure of the tongue.

Only leads to the burning pain,
That’s inside my mouth.

And the knife that’s now in my back.

The kiss of death.
The kiss that steals lives.

And gives nothing in return,
Except a life of torment and death.

Find me the one,
With the kiss of life.

To break the spell I have,
And bring me back to life.