Her perfume was of dying roses,
That of an enthralling corpse.
Her dead eyes whispered to me as
She kissed me comatose,
her breath was saturated with ether.
I fell into her arms
possessed
By saccharine singing
Bewitching
Yet lovely all the same.
In all her mortiferous glory
She swept me up in silky arms
And faded into the inky night.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
