He hides in the shadows
Waiting for the song he knows so well
The clip clop
Of a woman's shoes
The cry that follows
Piercing the veil of night
Call for help
And you will die
But this promise is served
Either way
Don't fight
Don't cry
Don't prey for mercy
For this you shall not get
Wither away into the full moons shallow light
Your story will be forgotten
Trust not the smile of a courageous man
For the man is a beast inside
Psychopaths get tired
Of their normal life
They must pull on their cloak of disaster
Sinister grin in hand
Take up the dagger and sing the song
Of the brutally murdered
The sinful dead.
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
