Reaching through the mirror cutting myself on his immortal game Pulling me over the edge In my ear whispering my name A whisper of such divine... pain His touch inviting me... into his web of dark desires Caught... in his sweet tormenting lust my body aching I stagger then crawl to him... My Lord. In his unearthly beauty I find refuge from... myself I beg for him to take me not only in fear... but also understanding... I embrace the night never again to see... any light He is nocturnal I... his prey Entwining myself in his decadence I walk among stones of the dead Weak Crying tears... a sinful... red Until he comes to me "I"... desperate slave, when he caresses all that I am. Of my own will My body shaking I shatter the mirror Binding me... Forever... here And leaving no trace of the life or hell I left behind By: Kelly Ann S. (SpiritRane) � January 18, 2000

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