It has come...

by Brittany   Dec 10, 2005


Sharp eyes
cold breath,
long nails,
they pierce my skin
like knives
I moan and cry out
my breath it short
my light is dim
so bland around
me,dark inside
he grips my heart
until i cry
stare into his eyes
as black as coal
he pierces my life
like a dagger
thrown into the night
its over-too late
i've met my fate...

Death has come

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