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Her voice laced with poison
She hissed and spat at me
Queen and maker of all things dark
I was too frightened to believe
Her spider-like fingers
Stretched out and touched my face
A cold shudder ran down my spine
Her scent so deadly I could almost taste
She sent me into a deep sleep
Filled with uncomfortable dreams
Filled with death and blood and tears
And a jagged knife that shines and gleams
When I wake my limbs are chained
And I see the jagged knife
It cuts through the air and through my heart
It slowly ends my life.
 XxXBubblzXxX · Thu Oct 12, 2006 @ 11:58pm · 0 Comments |
