The Embrace of Death


Down speckled cheeks falls

The tears of an angel

Breaking through the skin like acid

Eyes wide open, flesh splitting torment

Falling down like rain

On a stormy night

Shattering glass of a once reflectant window

No doubt the end is tomorrow.

Snow turns red, this night we crumble

Clinging to life like insects in winter

Dry lips parting, no words heard

Eyes wide open, separation

Breaking away

The strings of a heart, once so full

Of your love.

Tomorrow is another day, perhaps,

If all ends well, maybe we will have another chance,

In deaths embrace,

I still love you, my angel...

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"Clinging to life like insects in winter"