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Rip and tear like a beast in a cage,
Find an escape, but there’s not a way,
Feel the darkness crawl down your back,
Pierce your spine, the room goes black.
Feel the wings sprout from your spine,
Spider wings that intertwine,
Strung with cobwebs, long and thin,
Cut bloody designs into your skin.
A dress glides around you like a snake,
A velveteen gown, beautifully fake,
Moonlight diamonds curl around your neck,
Dark jaws give your lips a stinging peck.
A demon lord smiles and caresses your face,
With his forked tongue and jagged teeth in place,
His stinging, fire eyes burn deep,
His lullaby voice puts you to sleep.
You wake in a room filled with gifts,
Your midnight hair the icy wind lifts,
You think for sure you must have died,
And see a dark mirror at your side.
Against the mirror you press your face,
As you see your dress of torn, black lace
Watch your eyes turn black as jets,
And see the world in silhouettes.
Feel your teeth be forced apart,
Darkness oozes into your heart,
Like a parasite in your tainted soul,
Silently digging a stinging hole.
Sit upon your demon’s throne,
Made of flesh and blood and bones,
Feel the dark lord at your side,
As you rule the souls of those who’ve died.
And now that you’ve become the queen,
Of the dark and twisted things unseen,
You smile as the deceased ones moan,
And you and the darkness grow to be one.
 Morgana The Heartless · Thu Jul 12, 2007 @ 05:43am · 1 Comments |
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