You look me deep within the eye,
Your face holding a hungered cry.
I look into your gorgeous face,
You only want my luscious taste.
Your beauty crucifies my heart,
My self-esteem falling apart.
To hate myself is all I think.
You glare at me without a blink.
Then, your mouth opens wide,
And I’m not ready for this pain ride.
Your sharp teeth ready to bite,
Within thy neck with all your might.
My blood is falling to the floor,
The pain is feeling like a war.
No more can I see a thing.
I’m dead, you’re gone, but still thy king.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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