She's a venomous snake wrapped around my throat.
Her obsidian scales reflecting the flames of my burning Heart.
"She doesn't bite," I said,
While I felt cold venom enter my blood.
Her demonic eyes lure me to the shadows,
And I can not resist.
Like the Ocean of Blood, her stare
Gives me a frightening death wish.
Her tight grip drains my lungs from air,
And leaves me hanging pale.
I've tried to warn my Soul of her,
But no one hears a dead man's tale.
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: X is back. I can't escape her, because her poison tastes so sweet and the blood she draws feels comforting.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Snakes since the garden of Eden. Venom in a cold reptile. Well written
Compulsion? Temptation? Great write.
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