The fruit of Death tastes so sweet,
Poison creeping through unchecked...

The flames that surround,
Raise higher and higher...

The blade is pressed against her wrist,
While she listens to the soul eater...

I am the demon with angel's wings,
I am your sweetest nightmare and your worst dream...

Your words are poison,
They cloud her mind...

I walk through the woods,
With unseemly grace...

These tears,
Are like your soul...

As I cry,
Your name...

(Sorry everyone! This isn't a poem, it's just the...
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