11/11/2017
Gleam
In Your Eyes are Gleaming White Crystals. Your White Crystal Eyes Could be a Weapon Held Against Me. Your Gleaming Eyes Intoxicate Me to the Point of No Return and I'm am now a MIA, or Soon to be Dead. Once Missing in Action. Maybe Even a Prisoner of War. Your Gleaming Eyes Energized Me to Live Life as a Weapon. Dead, but Not Inside. A Frightening Site on the Outside. But Love on the Inside. My Face has a Mask. My Heart has a Shield and I am a Code with a Creed that will Go Down Even. Down to the Hounds of Hell and Make Friends with Mother Natures Wild Guards. Mother Nature has a Game and it is Her Land, with No Regards to Say Sorry for the Mess or Distrust She has Communicated with Us. She is Natural, but a Artist of Metal. The Art She Makes is From Using Metal and it is Designed Naturally by Her Mystic Mind. Your Gleaming White Crystals that are Your Eyes, Giving Me a Murmuring Drone to My Ears that is a Drive...
M.J.S.
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Author:
MJS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2017 19:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Finding a Women that can do Damage to You as a if She was a Killer in Disguise like Spawn.
- Category: Fantasy
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