She stared at me with the devils horns in her eyes,
that I didn't see due to the blinding love in my heart.
The hands of hers I took to be angel wings were truly
the talons of a malevolent creature. And within the
moment she appeared into my life, she faded into
the shaded night. With my souls blood on her teeth.
Seeking, ever so scarcely, for her next victim. To be
trapped by the hymn she sings.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
She stared at me with the devils horns in her eyes,
that I didn't see due to the blinding love in my heart.
The hands of hers I took to be angel wings were truly
the talons of a malevolent creature. And within the
moment she appeared into my life, she faded into
the shaded night. With my souls blood on her teeth.
Seeking, ever so scarcely, for her next victim. To be
trapped by the hymn she sings.
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