Your lukewarm fingers gently touched
the covers of my heart,
opening up the book of my life..
but..why would you read some lines
to uncover the dismal,
bitter boiling poison of my years?
no longer, through my veins flows
a blood that must keep me alive,
whilst I'm traped in the clenched
hands of never-ending night..
therefore, I must go, and yet taste
the kiss of death, the kiss of time.

would you like to share my dying dreams?

In one's arms I used to seek for shelter,
and looked again into his eyes..
but all I saw was self-destruction
and the deadly chaos spiraling
up towards my troubled mind.
maybe back then, it wasn't love at all..
or he wasn't the one, I was told.
still, in my dying dreams he's there
and glimpses of love break the silence-
where have our memories gone? ! let's see
could they be beyond the grave? -LOVE is..
the kiss of life, sweet kiss of death!

Whispers Of Night

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-dreams/