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by samantha Sep 21, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
Gush, gush Blush, blush Smile, smile All the while They swarm and glisten But I can only listen To the sound of your soft voice They may say they need you They may say they want you But they have no concept of the terms Maybe you are prey Maybe they are monsters Or maybe they are prey And you are the monster No matter, small matter Whatever you are will not change how I feel Every time we speak I cant help but go weak At the look in your dark eyes Gush, gush Blush, blush Smile, smile All the while As I watch you The dark demon Come forward And smile As you calmly pull I knife from your belt I am even too spell bound to go wild