Oleander

by Odessa   Oct 9, 2008


Your words are poison,
They cloud her mind.

As the girl screams,
And the flames,
Reign higher,
You laugh,
At her shattered dreams.

How much longer,
Before she succumbs,
To these towering lights?
And with it comes,
A revelation of death.

Save her from Hell,
Save her from herself.
Ring the bell,
Save the girl.

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