Dead glancing eyes will become of the ones who have raped out our hearts for carnal knowledge of our minds
Slithering snakes they feed on our humanity, to the brink of death, we are damned for a vengeance ever denied.
Criers of blood, momentous lovers of affairs with temptation- betrayal.
Hear my words ring of a sudden deadly truth to have a lasting impact on the worlds virgin ears!
I will lance out the heart of the beast undefined by time or words,
I will become the whore, your heart, ever moaning for peace.
I will become the one who consumes your soul for the mere and humble fact that I am taken by the way you play play evil- as if it were a dinner cello song with cords made of shattered hearts..
-Jessica Carpenter-
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