My hear is dark, beating with no motion of desire.
My words are sharp, burning like hells fire.
My eyes are shallow, a shade of deep endlessness.
My lips are fowal, a kiss of a false temptress.
My hands are cold, my touch has killed.
My face is not bold, it is temid yet dangerously filled.
after reading what i have written.
look once more at me and redel me this .. tell me what is it that u see.
was i the type where u wanted to give it to me. and what aboout now, that you have read who i really am?
do you look down upon me and be more then ready to condem?
I know who iam now ...
but who might you be?
tell me friend.. what is it that YOU see?
