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“Let Me Take You Away!”

Spotting her is a mere child’s play,

She makes all the other flowers look black and grey.

Her face is pale, but her lips are rushing red,

She smiles like there is something she’s keeping from you, something remains unsaid.

Her eyes a soft washed out green, so beautiful, so divine,

Her silky hair effortlessly falls down her spine.

She smiled at me with just the right touch of blush and shyness, and used to say,

“Darling, hold my hands, let me take you away.”

“You look confused and alone, my dear.”

She used to whisper into my ear.

She knew from just a touch,

Who I was, and she didn’t judge.

She was the one who brought happiness to me,

I was blinded by something so effortlessly beautiful, she.

But once my smile had returned,

I held her hand once again, something wasn’t right, it burned.

“Darling, hold my hand, and take me away.”

“Darling please, I dont want to stay.”

Her mouth lie in a thin morbid line,

It looked so unnatural, like they were not used right, to their design.

“Take me away!” She said again, this time louder.

She dropped to the floor, like a dehydrated flower.

“Take me away…” She cried. “Take me away.”

“Forever, please, I dont want to stay”

Her cry had a rawness to it, like a freshly cut open wound.

I just stood there, utterly astound.

I took her cold hand, almost like ice, dead.

And I realised, her hands were red.

Her eyes were dripping flames ,

Everything clashed together, lives unspoken worries and pains.

I couldn’t believe that this girl, who had showed me life,

Would leave it, by just the cut of her little pocket knife.

And I still remember what she used to say,

“Hold my hand, let me take you away. “

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Nothing, but an Act

She kisses with passion and smiles at him sweetly,

The way she talks to him, you would think she’s in love with him deeply.

But all that this is, is an act.

She might enjoy it in the moment, but its nothing more but a trap.

A sweet girl like her, hypnotises her victim, to then destroy it slowly from the inside.

When you see and talk to her normally though, it seems like she has nothing to hide.

Its only when you dig a little deeper, that you uncover,

That she doesn’t really care about her victim, even though she is his “lover.”

He is purely just a fix for her lust of life,

Which is why she slowly destroys her victim from the inside, with big sharp knifes.

And once her destruction is completed,

She goes on to hunt yet another victim, and her horrible act is repeated.

Her cold soul wanders the world to find the warmth she craves,

Only to send all her victims to their graves.

She works like a drug, she feeds off her victims inability to separate,

And once all their life is gone, its time to eliminate.

And her love is nothing but an act,



An Act.