The monster they made.Run foolish man 

You see me with dreaming,illusioned,foggy,and caring dark eyes 

But beloved I carry knives upon my flesh and jagged impaling spikes upon my fickle,fevrent, unbelievably cruel carcass heart 

Run before I rip your passion from the core of your pure pleasing soul 

I will not hide the demon huntress from view because I desire not to harm you 

If you do not turn away I know somehow I will shred you and enjoy your crushing demise 

Smile as your emotions bleed 

Because now I am that monster I feared

I am the frigid beasts who forged me from the ashes of whom I used to be 

Don’t let these lovely blue eyes fool you I am the devil in disguise

And I will only make you cry and curse the day you cast your hopeful irises upon me 
  

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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