Sickly draw in
The prey
My noose is well fitted
Elegant and luxurious
So tempting
Tantalizing
I sell it like it glitters
A necklace
Can I interest you in a dance, my love
I like
The way you stray further as you chase after
Search the heart, pull the reins
Tighten the strings, echoes of pains
Writhing, saying, not all that glitters is gold
Sheens of silver lining turn crimson to write that,
at least the lord will judge me
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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