Becky Gray


Deceiver

Impressiveness, you bring to me,
With shouts of the incomplete.
Hatred fueled by a grotesque mind,
Your flawless voice is now bleak.
Embracing your vast undertows,
With pleasure of symbolic masochist.
Forked tongues within deceptive mouths,
Speak of your name, seeming fantastic.
Blood seeps slowly as I lie to rest,

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