Do you dream of the one?
The one whose skin is so sweet, kissed by the salt of the ocean and the warmth of the sun. Her body shimmering like glistening particles of sand that still hold the moonlight.
The drink so delicious that you would never be able to tear your lips away.
Unbeknown, the reaper rapping at your door.
Delicate fingers, lies. Hiding. Claws behind his back.
A fool that fell for the sirens song.
Dying – Dead.