Gentle lips touch delicate blades FLirting with Death she sits Stroking Death's rigged skin Burning her fingers She cringes in pain as Death Takes her by the hand She deinks the foul liquid He pours Down her gullet It seems to fall endlessly It settles and her vision blurs He takes her away She calls for loved ones But no words come out Death's silent love engulfs her She has not consented Confusion wraps aroung her mind His tongue licks sweet blood from her lips Lucious and red Forcefully He wraps stony pistols around her Heart Her last embrace is given Pain swallows her up Down It's gullet she falls Poor thing