A Fairie Death
Her beauty steals my heart, Eyes of onyx, her smile, crimson tipped whiteness. She sings songs of sirens, luring out the black aura of my soul. Her beauty, wings of embers, burning my last breath. As I gasp, my lungs are filled with the remains of others that have fallen into her spell, my porcelain skin, turns bitter cold. My eyes, bright with the color of hate, turns grey as her silky locks fall on my face using her body as my blanket. As I taste her mouth, the coppery sweetness emcompasses my tongue, pleasing my senses, as my back arches as I reach for her, I long to taste her, her taste of death. My love for her burns as my body convulses in passionate death. Come to me, my beautiful Fairie of Death. Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 05:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Her beauty steals my heart,..."