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She Comes On

She comes on,
Like a crippled play thing,
Crawling down the wall,
What pleasures could she bring,
Will she please me at all?,
She comes on,
Like death on the stale breeze,
Oh how I love her ways,
Her devilish grin begging me please,
Just to let her stay,
She Comes on,
From The dark bliss in my mind,
A place I try to hide,
Nothing more than skin and spine,
Her touch is so kind,
She comes on,
Like a plague brings pain,
Her body is nothing more,
On her dress lies the Crimson Stain,
The last dress she ever wore,
She comes on,
Like a Crippled play thing,
Her body is no more,
And all the angels of hell will sing,
About my Ghostly Whore,
She comes on like temptations will,
Why does she haunt me so,
She exist only in my mind but still,
I wish she would just go,
She comes on,
Only within my mind,
But she seems so real,
She whispers fetishes ever so kind,
But she's intending to kill,
She comes on,
forever more,
Like a toy forever to wind,
She is my Ghostly whore,
She exist only in my mind,
But I cherish her forever more,
Written by GodKill
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