Poisoned Touch

The black fills around all surroundings,
embracing me,
holding me,
carressing me...
I can feel its soft winds sweep across my face,
blowing so softly.
I can feel death's sweet kiss upon my lips.
Her crimson lips...
Her white hands stroking my bare back,
and her long black hair sweep against my chest.
Her soft, sweet breath consoles me,
almost forgiving.
Her silken skin softly touching me,
her sweet tears dripping slowly onto my face.
Then falling below into the black and endless abyss.
Up above do darkened clouds roll in,
softly and smoothly.
They cry scarlet tears,
staining he pure white skin.
She slowly sucks it up,
it fills her,
strengthens her.
Her embrace upon me tightens,
she grasps the back of my bare neck,
softly stroking it,
I can feel the cold chills running down my spine.
This is not the heaven she tries to make me percieve.
I can feel her lips moving slowly upon my skin,
she pulls me in slowly,
I can see into glassy eyes,
staring down into my soul,
she feeds on it,
she rips it from my body.
I lay limply in her arms,
she still carressess me,
she still holds my cold and beaten form.
Her long, white fingers dancing up and down my face,
tracing my my features.
Her soft lips still pressing against mine,
her red lips stain my skin,
the poisens it.
It pulses through my veins,
although there is no heart to beat,
no lungs in which to breath,
no brain which to think.
Empty....
She has emptied me of all things in which needed to live.
Sucked my soul from my body with her poisoned lips,
bringing me down to an empty form,
a lifeless being,
only to become one of her many victims she has possessed.
She looks into my clear, hollow eyes,
with an expression full of pure affection,
but such a demonic spark glints within her eyes,
she holds my body,
beaten and stripped,
bloodless and left with nothing,
but only does she grasp me tighter.
She can not satisfy her wants,
the wants she claims to need....
Her heart alight with a red gleam,
outlined with black thorns.
Her hair once again sweeps across my body,
her hands still tracing my form,
this is her love,
no,
I am not the one she loves so,
only the taking of the life,
and to hold the quivering soul twitch slightly in her palms,
to embrace the body she has stolen it from,
this is her heaven,
her hell,
she is the cause.
The beginning of all beginnings,
and ending of all endings.
She is the darkness that penetrates the light,
and the blood that spills from every organisms veins.
Her touch is the lure that draws her victims in,
with her sweet breath bringing them in closer.
Her crimson lips only bring them closer,
and closer,
till they touch softly.
Then,
just then,
has her evil deed been done.
The hand falls,
and the neck can no longer support,
the last breath escapes,
the eyes flicker closed,
and the weight falls back into her arms.
The deed has been done,
dead and gone,
she has,
once more,
kissed away the life of another.