When Eyes Run Dry
You’re kidnapped by the serenade,
of the whispers before they hush.
Your eyes seduce the blade,
as you crave and dread the rush.
Your skin and the steel collide,
and the edge delivers chills.
Now all of your fears subside,
as the crimson slowly spills
Copyright © Linkin Letters | Year Posted 2013
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