She
She extends her hand with nails of
And beckons prey closer; her eyes
Say what glossy lips do not: a
Of words that entice the senses,
Send dopamine through the brain,
Escape from monotony and pain.
She grips veins and arteries, says,
And you are meant to be, so hush,
Close the door, let me give you the
You crave.” Then she stabs heart
And soul, and her prey begs her to
Crimson
And beckons prey closer; her eyes
Say what glossy lips do not: a
Flow
Of words that entice the senses,
Send dopamine through the brain,
Promise
Escape from monotony and pain.
She grips veins and arteries, says,
“Me
And you are meant to be, so hush,
Close the door, let me give you the
Salvation
You crave.” Then she stabs heart
And soul, and her prey begs her to
“Just kill me!”
♠ ♠ ♠
Just a side note: Don't worry, I'm not planning on cutting myself nor do I ever do a thing as that. Veins = death if you cut them. I have a fear of slowly bleeding to death. So... yeah. Just thought I'd let ya know.