Kiss of Death

Kiss of Death

I dreamt
That I was lying in bed
And someone was draining my life away
Ever so slow
He kissed my scarred wrists and smiled at me
With eyes that had no whites
As though Death was the measliest of gifts
He could bestow

He had black wings
And his wings held me
Much like his arms did

I dreamt that I was dying
But I woke up

I feel cheated

© CM
04.09.2014

True story, that. I just woke up, still in bed typing away, and the heaviness of outrage hasn’t left my limbs. I don’t remember how I woke up, but it was before I died happily in my dream. My first thought was “awww snap, I shouldn’t be alive!

Buuuut morning and a whole new day await, and that coffee isn’t going to make itself. Dreams of dying and winged angels of death will just have to wait… Till I can dream again. 😉

Have a smasher of a day, y’all. 🙂

Morning coffee

And cookie 🙂

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3 thoughts on “Kiss of Death

  1. What an awesome dream to be in. 😀

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  2. Madsies says:

    Beautiful. That’d be just a dream. 🙂

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