Temptation
Dark becomes light, day turns to night.
Poiesn.
Thoughts of death, thoughts of blood.
"COWARD! COWARD!" screams her helpless mind.
The pain frightens her so she doesnt want to die,
but as time passes by death crawls closer.
Tempting whispers fill her mind.
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