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One Final Kiss
“Enter chamber” booms cold voice
Such a lackluster personality
Such a lackluster voice
Such a lackluster heart
I will know my demise soon after entering
It comes down to color
Something I have cherished all of my life
color
How ironic to now have it used against me
Our lives are his games
It is always the same, except for the color
I have been given many colors and many assignments as result
They seem to always be pleased with my work, though you never know for sure
Enter left for clothes
My assignments are attached to the color I am given
I am handed my color
It is the kiss of death
Black of the death chambers
Black as the cold ground
Black as me
For I am now
His Death Adder
Here to bestow one final kiss
Beaten at his own game
We both die
His is nocturnal
Mine is eternal
I am no longer in need
A casualty of his game
It ends for me
But he does not know
His curtains shall be closed
Death to the Drone
He sleeps eternal
Believing to win
I live eternal
I live to the fullest
The lighting is different
So many new colors
I have everything I need
Everything real or imagined
I have it all
I beat the demon
And I Won
Renee Robinson
