The Mercy Killer

by Starluck, Scorpio - Not entered

She wore a ring of blades
With a single blow she left a mark
Upon your chest a bleeding symbol
of her everlasting work of art.
Her heart is surely twisted
Your faith equally so
Blood seeping through the fabric
All needed was one blow.
You wear a ring of blood
With a single mark you have changed
Upon your chest a healing symbol
your everlasting twist of fate.
Her heart is purely twisted
Your love for her equally so
Blood going dry on the fabric
All you'll ever need to know.

Reason for writing:

    http://www.angelfire.com/tx/cosmicjive ; Etched in stone or etched in bone, still your fate be sealed.
    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-07-20 16:47:48
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:25
Poem ID: 50185

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