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Sep 2010
Your love was dangerous.
Like the beauty of a siren,
it drew me in.

It numbed the mind like a drug,
While my body was torn apart,
Mutilation. Devastation.
my last sight.

A glint of steel,
the subtle blade of your love,
piercing my heart.
No care. No mercy.

The mistress of broken minds,
bringer of such sweet demise,
I Have A Message For You!
the fruits of your sins await.

I have no more fear of this angel,
as i wait in some circle of hell,
for her arrival.

I bide my time in Elysium,
waiting for her flesh,
my sweet release,
vengeance for an eternity of suffering.

But until that day I wait,
Charred. Scarred.
for her requiem.

Oh how I shall Dance.
Copyright * Vincent Bayley 2010
Written by
Vincent Bayley
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