No matter how tempting it may seem.
The Kiss of Death is still execution.
Sure, she appears to be a dream
The love of your life, but it's all a scheme.
It makes me wonder if dead men
Would want to die again,
If the executioner was an angel?
A sin for a virgin,
Will all of it be worth then?
White silhouette upon her fair skin.
Hazel eyes, crimson lips
Untapped fire within.
Seduction may as well be a kick to the chin
For the ends, he will try naught but every mean.
Oh! How I long to get that kiss!
Sweet love, one thing I would miss.
Perchance a fallen's saving grace?
I would die once to live forever.