She caresses my face with her soft arm. Her cool touch on my face, I fail to notice my shriveled bony hands tracing up her caressing arm as she brings her beautiful expressionless face close to mine, her cool breath on my lips. Her crimson lips, pale snow white skin, her sharp pointed nose. The last thing I see is my reflection on her pitch black eyes, still as water. My hollow sunken eyes, protruding cheekbones greet me as my vision darkens and feel myself slipping away. My consciousness fades as I stare into those still light less eyes. I breathe my last as I stare into her eyes; into death's eyes.