“Deaths Breath”

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In the break of Day
In the middle of the Night
Cold death breath blows
Whispering softly… Sweetly… in your ear
Come to me

Stroking you passionately on your cheek
Running its nails down
Drawing a lust into the night
Whispering softly… sweetly… in your ear
Come to me

Hearing the whispers upon the wind
Calling out your name
Pulls upon your soul
Whispering softy... sweetly... in your ear
Come to me

Draws the breath from your lips
Sits upon your shoulder
Nails drawn to your skin
Whispering softy… sweetly… in your ear
Come to me

Prays upon your soul
Draws it from within
The darkness becomes the beginning
Whispering softly… sweetly… in your ear
Come to me

Death coming near
Shuts your eyes to the night
Stills the quieting breath
Whispering softly… sweetly… in your ear
Come to me