She took my soul

by natasha   Dec 2, 2005


She laid on my bed...once
she reached for my book, but can't walked by my mirror with a glance she the one who was so gaunt.

what am i?
the one with the third eye?
i see her but then they don't
did she already die?

she was now facing me
i could see no eyes
and somehow she was in glee
and my room was now as cold as ice.

i could hear her laughing evilly
she then plunged her hand into me
which led me into screaming
i could hear running and shouting
but it became to late
to save my fate

she took my soul
and that was her only goal
now I'm a wandering ghost
with her all alone and lost.

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