His cold fingers brush against my skin
What sort of danger am I in?
I feel dizzy from the spell
And now i know that all is well
I smile up at his dark eyes
His sharp knife takes me by surprise
The pain confused me ever so
I suppose I'll never know
What could have been, had come to be
My life taken away by thee.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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