Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained,
Swirling within her control
As she wraps me in chains.
Blue eyes drown in lust
As her hands dip into my chest,
Playing with the shards of trust
That protect a broken heart's rest.
Her scythe wraps around my throat,
Promising a darkened escape
As a smile paints lips while I devote
My last breath to her seductive game.
Her voice taunts my mind
As she purrs with false security,
Placating my demise
With beautiful impurities.
Her form falters and stutters
As I laugh through the pain,
She is no longer the hunter
But part of my masochistic domain.
She tightens her grip on my restraints
As her frustrations crack her facade,
Vulgar words coat her tongue with rage
While I relish in the dismay I cause.
I no longer fear the reaper,
My blood vibrates with need
To twist her plans, to own her all,
And to make her crave and beg for me.
