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My maiden of murder
written by Genocide Reaper10:04 PM 3/20/05Frost in the garden.
Withering flowers.
Freezing season sends the green and colored life into decay.
White and black it is at night.
The snows fall blankets the beauty.
Praying for death.
With every simple little breath.
In silence I sit, watching you.
Slowly freeze, ice in your veins.
Fake love in your eyes.
False hope you try to feed me.
Touch the blade as it sinks into your heart, As for me.
Your fingers penetrate my chest.
Into my black heart.
Why can't you just leave the endeavor alone.
If it wasn't meant to be.
Then I have to ease your pain.
Can't you see?
The ice must spread across your face.
Blue will be your color.
Red shall be mine.
Hate will grow.
And I am inclined to kill.
I love her.
She hates me.
I hate her.
She loves me.
I help her.
She freezes.
I heat her.
She begins bleeding.
I'm too deep to be removed.
I'm within her very wound.
I am the knife in her chest.
I shouldn't even exist.
I do.
And I fed off her breast.
Mother malice.
Maiden of murder. |
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