SHE
Most men that looked at her,Would give their lives.
For one smile or one embrace;
She had a frozen heart.
With a waxworks face,
Dressed in silk and lace.
She had a killer personality,
With a killers hands and face.
If you gazed into her eyes,
You could never escape her gaze.
She drove a knife within my heart,
Straight through my rib cage.
For most men there was no escape,
For that killer of men with a frozen heart.
I came and took her back to the forest,
Where I lay. To the home she dug for us,
Our very own home made grave.
Where with me she will always lie,
Never dead in purgatory, Always kept alive.
For I will be the only one who can ever
hear her, Screaming by my side.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-18 at 00:12
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