"Got a secret,
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save,
Better lock it, in your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave,
If I show you then I know you ,
Won't tell what I said,
Cause two can keep a secret,
If one of them is dead..."
Sometimes, you don't get to choose the path you take. Sometimes, it's life that makes the decision for you. And sooner rather than later, you realize that reality isn't too different from fantasy. And before you know it, you're blurring the lines between them both.
So what does it take to lose touch with reality?
I'll be perfectly honest with you, not very much. It only takes one small little ingredient not most people come across these days. A small dose of sinister.
With eyes like electricity sizzling vividly through a crystal ball, and hair as dark as a raven's feathers and skin as pale as the white tiles in a morgue, she danced across the edges of shadows, singing her lullaby that seemed to wrap spidery fingers around the hearts of her victims, tightening with every word, clenching with every note, deadly with every melody.
Her lips like rose petals, pink and and lustful moved slowly, making you drown in her words like a whirpool of innocent souls. Her cat-like electrifying eyes, boring the stench of death into you, making you come closer and closer until you were sleeping peacefully in death's arms.
As her full rosy lips stretched out into a sinister smile, you can't help but smile back despite the silent screams you're hurling around in your head. Of course, you know she's dangerous, she's cruel, she's sinister.
And she's somehow everything you want.
She traces a skinny finger against your cheek, somehow making blood trail after it, her lips parting slightly as she leans in closer to you, inhaling deeply. She smiles sweetly at you and you cant help but swoon over this deadly siren. Her eyes blazing in the moonlight, as her soft lips pressly lightly against your cheek, her tongue tracing the oozing blood, not wasting a single drop.
Absolutely delicious.
Suddenly, you feel cold but you're too scared to move, to even shiver from the icy mist forming around you. Those beautiful blazzing cat-eyes pulling you in deeper. Can you resist? You smile at her once more grinning idiotically as this dark angel casts her spell on you.
Too late, you think.
Finally, she opens her mouth and licks the side of your neck and before you know it, you're dead.
