Death to Her, Fore She knows

by Neme juste un jouet   Oct 12, 2007


A grin within
My intent
A hollow, lifeless
Stare
Pupils dilated With innocence
My ignorance, none to compare
I smiling waningly,
A smile of those
Who dream
Dream of this escape to heaven
A sky that promises its own fall
unto earth
Light they have described an angel
One with my complection, fair
Dark is my occupation
Death, death to those mortals there
I am A hollow angel
One with the most daring job
I have been described as your reflection
broken
on ground of red dirt
Fear or Fear this beautiful being;

Death unknown by her

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