kissing death

death came for me last night.
he stood outside my door while it rained,
raised his skeletal hand and, ever so quietly, knocked three times.
why was i so eager to answer?


i opened the door with great enthusiasm.
i stepped aside
and invited death into my lonely home.

no fear. no worries. no troubles or regrets.
just sweet release.
i kissed death passionately and felt as he 
drained the life out of me,
sucked the remaining color out of my already grey world.

and i enjoyed every second of it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is really old. At least 6 years.

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an oldie but goodie! glad to

an oldie but goodie! glad to see you and it survived! :)

If its possible, no matter what it always starts with a dream!