Her forked tongue slithers from her mouth like two razor blades...
I hide behind the corner shivering with trepidation...
Her love. Her love is nothing more than tattered hollow sentiments;
lost in translation long ago.
She weaves a tapestry of vague riddles and lies; seducing me...
Incising me with small breaths of fond memories.
That light that resided behind her eyes has been stolen and
replaced with nothing.
I am now only waiting...
Waiting for her attack...
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