Kiss of death.

So it be let out, the words that haunt the hollowness. The intent so wrong and the heart that has been blackened. The head of the wraith like snake that slithers into the caverns of destitution and oppression. So far deep into the cavern that it begins to radiate the tyranny and monotony of the so-called evil and unpropitious. Slowly the mouth parts and the the lips tremble, sweat beads on the forehead and your breathing paces, your eyes close and you draw me into you. I look around fro help, eyes wide with panic. The terror of death and found its way to unwrap my worst nightmares.

He leans in, his arms around my waist, pulls me closer and finally his lips meet mine. The dreaded kiss of death. And now I have no way about and out. For I have kissed my own death right on the mouth and welcomed the anguish and desolation that goes hand in hand with it. I handed my life to you, I bled my heart out in your palms and you squeezed it dry till there was no more beating or pumping- any signs of recuperation.

Even as I fall to sleep for the last time, a slight tear rolls down my eye. In memory of all that was good and every second that you made me smile. The flashes of the good years run across like an old movie and I wish I could freeze time as I lay on the stony pathway bled and dried. You left no stone unturned and en cashed my misery and woo-ed me into believing that you were good for me. I'm no angel, you will pay for this. And you too will get your share of woe and misery from one you trust and love.
You too shall be kissed on the mouth by Death and left in a plight as sinister as mine.

Cursed.