umm...i'm not very fond of my poetry so forgive me if it's not any good.. |
You want me for dead,
you eccentric aroma of lillies blended with...
I am lying down, and the world is dark,
a cold breeze washes over me...
There is no other.
A thing that could last...
Spawn of satan
daughter of lucifer...
Eyes
the color of the ether...