Deaths Cold Kiss

The Blood of my life
flows from my veins
in never ending streams,
I watch the life
flow from my aching
body,
with eyes as cold as
Death's never ending
Kiss,
I can feel my soul
being pulled from me
and I scream out,
though no one cares
to hear my plea,
Death stands over me,
with his face of such cold
beauty,
He offers me his hand
and I take it
for fear of being
alone in such
heartless Death.