Demon Or Angel? Poem by Nephthys Of Night

Were siting here
In the middle of the night
you promised me my escape
I can still smell the daisys
the smell disgusting
Sin and Empty promises
just like you
on top of this hill
hidden in the grass
Is where i died
where you ripped my soul out
And ate it
your hands stained crimson red
my blodd on your lips
smiled at me
even knowing now
I want your lips on mine
I'm in your arms
but not for the reason i want
I give you reason
not my love
And you
I can have my escape
Find me not In heaven nor hell
but in my dreams
were i dont have to hide
To cry and forver running
were they cant touch me
Im free...
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February,2012