Azrael's Kiss
I sit in my candle lit room
All alone in my gloom
Razor sharp knife on the floor
Crimson red streams flowing
Illuminated on my alabaster arms
I feel myself fading in the darkness
As I see the figure approach from the shadows
Azrael has come for me this night
I feel his boney hands caressing me
His lips of death kiss me
Sucking my empty soul out of me
It is pain but I don't resist
The ultimate beauty of Azrael's kiss
(c) Todd Myers 1997
