Death

I’ve seen you around the edges of the street

This obscure,  mist of dark and deep

I’ve seen them call you, as their own name, as family

But, it feels like deceit

A viral disease tested to deep, to ink and paper

A writer fell from dusk and no sleep

Red iris, red lips, black hair

A song from the top to her tips..

Death come at me..

Dressed as a woman loving my sleep

Could I find, someone or a warm body to love?

I’m specially dressed for this

Black, red details to our kiss

Soft Jasmine resting at the beds white sheets

Death come as the wind, as the life in trees

Kiss me or best, please me

Disregard, but, the sound of my voice

I’ve seen them bloody, ignorant to where they’ll go

Labeled greed, to polish a personal goal

Death to you a flower, life to you my sword

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