Dead.
The dark caress of cold hands,
slowly down his thighs,
he should have cried for help,
yet he was waiting for his prize
Never once did he flinch,
nor make an audible sound,
he let her hands move
down, down, down
He wasn't really scared,
nor did he have fright,
he was however,
drunk within her moonlight eyes
Never once before had he felt so alive,
fighting with death,
her eyes shot open, turned so bright
all hell, he could see,
was gone into the night
slowly down his thighs,
he should have cried for help,
yet he was waiting for his prize
Never once did he flinch,
nor make an audible sound,
he let her hands move
down, down, down
He wasn't really scared,
nor did he have fright,
he was however,
drunk within her moonlight eyes
Never once before had he felt so alive,
fighting with death,
her eyes shot open, turned so bright
all hell, he could see,
was gone into the night
♠ ♠ ♠
My first, ever, ever, ever poem.