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Dr Xijuan Angel Liao
Aug 2019
【A Mosquito, Killer’s kisses】
By Angel. XJ 09/08/2019
Gentle, but deeply ...
Mosquito whispers to herself :
Will I have the last kiss with him tonight?
Shall I forget how much it hurt,
when he left from my sight?
Shall I ever speak to him agian
I am not a killer, only I love to kiss,
gentle, but deeply...
Mosquito toned up her silky voice,
she was singing to herself,
in the spring a paradise,
in the summer a hell,
and in the autumn a heaven..
But is there another lonesome heart that I could kiss?
Dont keep reminding me about
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
I am no killer,
but addicted to kisses,
I am no killer, but only like to kiss
Likewise, Mozart’s requiems where hidden the code,
A mosquito’s love and destiny.
Gently, but deeply...
Mosquito stops her whisper,
No more kisses and only shows teeth,
desperation in her eyes
it pierced her bones.
With sweet, painless,
a Mosquito, killer's kisses,
gentle, but deeply...
By Angel. XJ 09/08/2019
Gentle, but deeply ...
Mosquito whispers to herself :
Will I have the last kiss with him tonight?
Shall I forget how much it hurt,
when he left from my sight?
Shall I ever speak to him agian
I am not a killer, only I love to kiss,
gentle, but deeply...
Mosquito toned up her silky voice,
she was singing to herself,
in the spring a paradise,
in the summer a hell,
and in the autumn a heaven..
But is there another lonesome heart that I could kiss?
Dont keep reminding me about
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
I am no killer,
but addicted to kisses,
I am no killer, but only like to kiss
Likewise, Mozart’s requiems where hidden the code,
A mosquito’s love and destiny.
Gently, but deeply...
Mosquito stops her whisper,
No more kisses and only shows teeth,
desperation in her eyes
it pierced her bones.
With sweet, painless,
a Mosquito, killer's kisses,
gentle, but deeply...
A lonesome Mosquito
Zara Wolfe Feb 2014
Mosquitos
Zara Wolfe
Feb 2014
Every year the mosquitos come back to feast.
They make home in spare water and lie eggs.
The mosquitos feast upon our acidic flesh with envy.
Have you ever wondered why the mosquito keeps returning to feast upon us?
Perhaps our flesh is tough and a challenge found enjoyable by the insect.
Maybe the mosquito finds pleasure from our blood.
Maybe we have a unique taste thats mesmerizing.
Perhaps the mosquito returns every year to feast upon us in envious pity, for even the mosquito knows a numb life is a lonely life.
There's comfort in the mosquito, the mosquito has hope.
Unlike the mosquito I dont possess such a thing. I am meaning less & beautiful. A corpse, I am cold and dark.
My blood is as Cold, as the mosquito.
They make home in spare water and lie eggs.
The mosquitos feast upon our acidic flesh with envy.
Have you ever wondered why the mosquito keeps returning to feast upon us?
Perhaps our flesh is tough and a challenge found enjoyable by the insect.
Maybe the mosquito finds pleasure from our blood.
Maybe we have a unique taste thats mesmerizing.
Perhaps the mosquito returns every year to feast upon us in envious pity, for even the mosquito knows a numb life is a lonely life.
There's comfort in the mosquito, the mosquito has hope.
Unlike the mosquito I dont possess such a thing. I am meaning less & beautiful. A corpse, I am cold and dark.
My blood is as Cold, as the mosquito.