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by I Seem to be the Heartless Oct 24, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Torn apart by his every word. Slashed to death by his evil eyes. Ripped to pieces by his cold embrace. Here I am, his slave. Violated by his sensual touch. Sliced to slivers by his razor blade kiss. Worn out by his insatiable hunger for passion. Here I lay, his w#@re. Hacked into bits by his demonic demeanor. Tainted by his devilish grin. Tortured by his forceful commands. Here I die, the Devil's own b@tch. Copyright©JosieWentzel24October2007
by Cobra
Eina, die poem byt seer. 5/5