Love

by anna   Nov 20, 2006


Nothings darker than this night,
her breath is gone, her soul is slate,
pain coincided, lust pasts,
for her love she waits.

every step he took brought chills,
before her a skeleton, clocked holding a cutlass,
perfection of fear,holder of her heart,

the gruesome grim reaper

he feeds off her pain, thrives in her agony,
holding her fate in the palm of his hand, playing with her sanity,
death is his brother, pain is his breath,
in the darkness he works onliest.

her tortured screams have ended,
for her broken heart hes mended,
in all the horror she gleams, in the blackness of his eyes she gazes,
his demons long seduced her, for hes the devil in her blackness.

she wants him,she craves him, she loves him,

all he'll ever bring her is fake passion and pain,
she's following the darkened path, where hell and deception grow deeper,
with his wicked spirits shes charmed, in her mouth rises rendering love,
devouring her meaningless pleases.

on betrayal and greed, shes fed,
her happiness remains grim,
restless words are said,
her soulless heart remains dim.

with his heart he will releases her true torture,
enhancing her passion for no future.

Kiss her, love her,
crave her, want her,

her love in time she wasted,
this soul fouled, her blood he tasted,
binding her to internal fate,her soul collector.

she doesn't plead, she doesn't argue,
in him she asks to take her away,
he doesn't want it, he doesn't need it,
shattering her already blacked heart.

she hates this feeling, she hates seeing,
he turns and leaves, her pains alive,
lying their emotionless, is her former self,
unfeeling, unseeing, unbelieving.

with one final cry,
she slips off and dies
to ever remain alone,
soulless and heartless.

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