The Blade, by Jezebel Subscribe to rss feed for Jezebel

Oh the blade.
That shiny friend
that never argues,
only calls happily.

The friend that I
may always count on,
the friend that I
love with all my heart.

The blade drinks
at my heart's blood,
and still I need more.
I need deeper, harder.

But no... This can't
be real. This isn't me.
The blade smiles more,
whispers hellos.

It sings to me, draws me
in like a deadly shadow.
I'm addicted now, can
never escape its promises.

Oh those promises,
that make my blood pound
and my lips smile.
Those pretty promises...
Posted: 2011-10-28 21:15:20 UTC

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2012-07-18 23:17:23stsorrowscribe
been there, hard to fight that sweet seduction