Gothic Trilogy the Red Rose of the Cross
She held a knife over my heart and feasted upon my emotions
My blood flowed through her veins
She was insane, beautifully insane
I devoured her visions
She devoured my soul
An axe slices my neck
My head rolls towards an empty tomorrow
My dreams have been stolen
In a coffin of unspoken silence
Run run run, escape the pain
Headless I join her
Totally insane
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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