Miss. Murders Kiss

From dusk till dawn,
On this winters mourn,
The snow blankets the ground,
With its silent sound,

The trees begin to glisten,
To your words they do listen,
With an unspoken aid,
From a frosted maid,

Apply that smile upon that face,
Disappear without a trace,
Vanish into sweet night,
Hindered from the light,

Shadowed by Lucifers advocate,
Determining a fallen angels fate,
Broken hopes behind blue eyes,
Blissful screams and humble cries,

Dedicated to darkness,
Are the lips of Miss. Murders kiss,
A death to long ignored,
But yet still truly adored.

Wrote on April 27th-May 18th, 2007
© Samantha Jayne Reed