In the room,
of your domain,
your ghost settles,
over your remains.
A shiny peice of death,
scented with your regret,
or your foolish bet.
Here I stand all alone,
oh so innocent,
as I take your throne.
Whispers of idea's,
in my ear,
to plan a next fall,
that will be no where near,
as demure.
You join another friend,
that as loved me so,
that has followed me around,
that now never cringes,
at the agonised sound.
A wine glass,
put down,
to your foolish folly,
now blood red,
on the ground.
So yes,
here I stand all alone,
my innocence now,
fully geniune and known.
I'm no murderess,
I swear,
but I warn you,
keep your friends and family close,
and out of my curious stare.
YOU ARE READING
Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
