Don’t get too close
You’ll crumble
It’s not the life she chose
But she doesn’t grumble
You’ll turn pale
You’ll become ash
This isn’t a tale
You’ll be gone in a flash
If you get near
You have a last request
Steer clear
Or death will infest
She’ll choose your fate
If you take another stride
She’ll find the right bait
And a grave she’ll provide
I warned you
I wasted my breath
Everything she touches
Turns to death
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Don’t get too close
You’ll crumble
It’s not the life she chose
But she doesn’t grumble
You’ll turn pale
You’ll become ash
This isn’t a tale
You’ll be gone in a flash
If you get near
You have a last request
Steer clear
Or death will infest
She’ll choose your fate
If you take another stride
She’ll find the right bait
And a grave she’ll provide
I warned you
I wasted my breath
Everything she touches
Turns to death
Written in October 2012
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