Death’s kiss

She has the type of draw

That no matter how hard you try-
And dear God, have I tried-
It won’t let you go. 
There’s a hunger in her eyes
That is insatiable.
You tear out a piece of your soul, 
Wrap it up with a bow on top, 
And place it on the table next to the rest of them, waiting to fill her void.
Satisfaction never knew a price as it does in her presence, 
For even when you have none left to give, 
Her hunger rages on. 
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