Dread.
Dead as I said.
She bit me…wicked witch,
Eyes numb with experience.
Hissing reptilian hairs,
She finally tricked me into her bridal dance.
I had to know, sad beyond recognition,
No hopes whatsoever.
The flame was gone but I still was there.
She came dressed as a nightmare
I had to see trough the mist she wore
I’d met her somewhere before,
I could tell.
Mean…sexy…