Lights into nights & Kissing death

Lights into nights

Those burnt in moments we have left behind,
their shadows still exist I did find.
On the walls of times fading string,
those shadows still loudly boldly sing.
The melodies heard in reflections ears,
the worries, depression, and the fears.
The longer a moments shadow lasts,
the more times in refection it is cast.
These shadows dampen out the minds light,
moments turn reflections into night.

Kissing death

I have been kissing my death,
giving up my needed breath.
Putting thoughts in my head,
the ones buried, the ones dead.
The soft touch of her lips,
death, her saliva slowly drips.
Her soft and gentle cheeks blush,
oh, her presence and amazing rush.
The firmness of her tight hold,
around her my arms cross and fold.
Heartbeat faulters to a pause,
each loving kiss the cause.

I'm giving up my breath,
kissing the lips of my death.
Loving the taste of the drips,
and the touch of her soft lips.
The presence of her feel,
deaths kiss so pleasantly real.
Slowly coming close touching me,
watching, wanting what I foresee.
The wetness of the kisses applied,
this beautiful death on my eyes side.
Taking the air from my breath,
I'm kissing her,
I'm kissing my death.