The hand of death grazed my back.
His cold hand numbed the pain.
His black cloak swept me in,
I was captivated.
I was hooked on his corrupting stare.
His blood read eyes,
peering straight passed my body and into my soul.
His masked face,
hid his crooked smile.
His kiss,
Withheld me from his true intentions.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
The hand of death grazed my back.
His cold hand numbed the pain.
His black cloak swept me in,
I was captivated.
I was hooked on his corrupting stare.
His blood read eyes,
peering straight passed my body and into my soul.
His masked face,
hid his crooked smile.
His kiss,
Withheld me from his true intentions.
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