Lines That Are Not Meant To Be Crossed
No more lines,
The papers black,
the page is full,
so take yours back,
no more drama,
no more pain,
and though the lines,
erased in vain,
could not save,
her mortal soul,
her heart is now,
a big black hole,
consuming love,
and light alike,
her heart and soul,
shall always fight,
over her mind,
and body too,
don't let her heart,
capture you,
chase you down,
then wraped in chain,
you'll very slowly,
go insane,
the lines connect,
the web is strong,
your mind is weak,
and won't old long,
she wrapes you up,
in spider's silk,
as you grasp tight,
the dagger hilt,
the dagger is quick,
she now is dead,
the voices flow,
from your head,
the evil looks,
for some place new,
and you know,
its after you,
see it's course,
and run away,
out of dark,
be safe by day,
where water flows,
on dessert sand,
on common ground,
not common land,
they battle now,
for spirits sake,
and leave ashes,
in the wake,
the sun and moon,
now watch and wait.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2010
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