Her voice laced with poison She hissed and spat at me Queen and maker of all things dark I was too frightened to believe
Her spider-like fingers Stretched out and touched my face A cold shudder ran down my spine Her scent so deadly I could almost taste
She sent me into a deep sleep Filled with uncomfortable dreams Filled with death and blood and tears And a jagged knife that shines and gleams
When I wake my limbs are chained And I see the jagged knife It cuts through the air and through my heart It slowly ends my life.
XxXBubblzXxX · Thu Oct 12, 2006 @ 11:58pm · 0 Comments |