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Sweet pale lips of death
I caress your elegant form
Blood flows freely off my wrist
Pooling in a puddle beneath my hand
The darkness returns
From a long enchanted dream
It embraces me
And I am lost forever
A/N: “Death” was the original “Fading Light” is the sorta revised one, ‘cause I thought Death sounded not as ‘good’. I won’t be posting death, since they’re too similar