Death And The Broken/Kisses From the Reaper A Two Part Poem

He ran his boney fingers through my cotton candy fine hair
He looked in my eyes and he saw my despair
The moribund girl can be so hard to bear
But Death is my friend who has always been there

Life healed my body but he's inside my soul
My hair thickened slowly, but I still coughed up coal
Inside I'm a sick child who just needs to be consoled
Death holds my hands and he holds the controls

A kiss on the head as I stuggle to sleep
A fear loudly whispered, no one else hears a peep
Tired nights and tired thoughts that never fail to make me weep
Death has the my heart, and he wants it to keep

Promises that one day he'll take me away
Sometimes I want to go, but then I wish I could stay
I know he is waiting for when we can really play
I gave Death my friendship, what more can I say
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Kiss my face as I melt away into my darkest days, my darling dear

Hold me close as I turn to smoke and drift away from what once seemed clear

Let your lips turn to a smile as I fall for awhile and slowly become engulfed in my fears

Show your true colors, that we never loved one another, and you reveled in the moment when I disappeared