• Death's cold hand sweeps gently across my cheek,
    But when I look up I look not into Death's eyes.
    I stare into two deep dark eyes,
    Doorways to another darker world.
    A woman stands before me, but as we lock gazes I freeze.
    My blood runs cold and my head gets fuzzy,
    I am there in body but not in mind, my mind is gone . . . flying.
    I try to take my eyes away but I can't, I try to move and can't.
    I feel her arms tighten around me, pulling me closer to her;
    Her breath rolls across my face, smelling like freshly cut roses.
    Her hair falls onto my face;
    Velvet softness and strawberry shampoo.
    My body trembles as her lips brush past mine.
    Though she has looked away I still can't move, nor do I want to.
    My blood now boils with passion as her lips kiss my neck,
    Then pain sears trough my body, she's biting me, taking my blood
    Into her, and I feel cold again.
    I smell, taste, and feel . . . Death.