The Lure of Demon Eyes
At your peril look
me deep into my eyes
meet my ageless,
tortured soul and,
be dragged to hell and back!
The abrasions on your knees
will become deep grooves... so raw
and bleed like a gushing river.
You'll skid & roll
in your own slick, red blood
feeling acute pain,
the screaming guttural,
the agony unbearable,
causing you to faint
like a wilting flower.
Your whispering cries
will go undeciphered till
your throat goes parched and,
no words come out ...curious?
Look me in the eyes, I'll take you
to the brink of great suffering,
I'll release you when I blink.
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