Godly Illusion
Fake face
Fake smile
Fake voice
I'll run a mile
Yes master
No master
Of course master
Now master
Gothic witch
Gothic dream
Your downfall
In my smile
Eyes radiating
False adoration
Your spell
Oh so vile
Empty words
Empty syllables
I'll empty out
Your lies
Cold iron
Strong will
My claws ripping
At your heart
Claws ripping
Blood dripping
My icy,
gleeful smile
Fake face
Smashed
Fake smile
Thrashed
Fake voice
Silenced
You don't fool me
Anymore
Copyright © Pandora Bruwer | Year Posted 2012
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