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| The Release Under a clouded moon I walk, Not knowing where I am going. Guided by unseen hands, With seductive words of promise, Being whispered in my ear. Thinking to myself... Resist with all your might, Break free and run the other way ~ It is futile comes the reply, With mocking undertones. I am the hunter, You are my prey. Give into me now... Release...and to you I could show, A world with no more pain. Before me now stands a man, Somewhat strange in looks; But handsome just the same. His eyes dark and hypnotic, A twisted smile and hunger upon his lips. His touch is as cold as ice, As he gently caresses my neck. Trying hard not to give in, He seduces me with his stare. Completly under his spell, Mesmerized by his eyes; My will...I have no will. Sensing that I have weakened, With one final wicked smile... I am engulfed by evil, As it feeds off me. Searing pain, laughter and delight; Life slowly draining away. My heart slows and beats for the last time, I feel my body die. His promise has come true, No more pain... Just release. Tara Dalton 31st October 2004 |
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