Oh Death

Oh Death, how you tease me,
However you have yet to please me.

You slowly, gently, caress my face,
Giving me but a simple taste -

- Of what the next step in my journey will be
I heavily fall onto one knee.
Being slowly beckoned I fall to my second.

You run your scythe across my cheek,
Taunting me slowly, making me weak.
My blood trickles onto the floor,
I never have to feel pain anymore.

I finally let out a wistful sigh,
As I slide to the ground and finally die. 

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[Sami Khalil]

You write intersting writes.