something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.
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