her
icy fire
molten gold
in tawny eyes
    your soul is sold    
velvet petal verdant leaf . In the end
you'll come to grief . perfection of the oval
jaw               is in fact a tiger's             maw
sometime lover
soft and sweet
but in the
end
Y
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Y

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carmine claw that rips your flank
in your shoulder her teeth sank
you take her out and you may
gloat . but soon she has you
by the throat . she will
cause you pain and
strife . in the end
she'll take your
♡♡LIFE♡♡


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015

crystalline locks and light
blue eyes . she's a sorceress
in disguise . slender willowy
as a wraith . you will suffer
her icy wrath . you'll see
your breath as you draw
near . then suddenly
she'll disappear . her
ice sculpture draws
you in . you're a moth
to her cold flame
' round her castle
there's a moat
in its floes
is where
you float
she's never
good she's
never true
she will
laugh
when
you
turn
blue
you
won't
care
you
can't
restore
frozen
solid
e
v
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r

m

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r

e

skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D