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Ivy Lane

Once there was laughter and then came the tears

memories that haunt him that he cannot rid

heart full of resentment, a head full of fears

 

He lives with himself a ghost living in pain

tragedy struck with out a thought out plan

he finds comfort alone in the cold dark rain

 

A terrible crime that is tearing him apart

his queen of darkness visits his nightly slumber

her whispers are calm and soft with a knife in her heart

 

She torments him at the stroke of the midnight hour

he feels cold shivers up his spine when she appears

she comes to him poring a black rose petal shower

 

Her expression is vacant, her face the color of Irish white

her lips red, her eyes blue tears fall on his neck

burns him like acid, he tell him self it will be over at first light

 

He awakes to a burning sensation on his skin he does feel

knowing his queen of darkness had made her appearance

on his chest lays rose petals he knows this was all to real

 

He cant sleep once again for the clock will strike its hour

the days turn in to night so quickly it seems

she will come once again showering him with her favorite flower

 

Night after night the torment repeats itself for he cannot escape

confused in a horrible state of mind for hes about to lose

his queen of darkness whispers "for eternity you are my soul mate"

 

His cries and screams of the nightly terror leaves him insane

her job not yet completed she leaves another mark

night after night she visits him in his house on Ivy Lane

 

To endure one more night he wishes not to go through

the scars left upon him he wants this to come to an end

in his bed he ponders not knowing what to do

 

The gates of agony she unleashed on him like flood

his queen of darkness stands over him showing no emotion

then she smiles at him with a knife in his heart laying in a pool of blood.

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Nov 17, 2009
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