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For in the end leads only to death

For in the end leads only to death

There is a certain kind of magic,
In a girl with a twisted mind,
Her wicked persuasion held them tight,
For all those who came, and they cried...

Hair so silky like the widow's web,
She places them under her spell,
For with in this realm of paradise,
Alive in her body they dwell...

Kindred spirits that consume all energy,
Entrapped so deep in her soul,
Nothing ever experienced like this,
Her existence makes your dreams turn cold...

She told you in the beginning,
That she could only love you right now,
For in everything else just a transition,
From the emotions the spirits allowed...

Know the love in days ahead doesn't exist,
Her ink tells the story of passion and pain,
That few find a way to resist the embrace
Locked in the vaunts of her sinful disdain...

Just know that I'm always here waiting,
To take you far beyond the abyss,
She's a stoner with a body that will kill you,
Her lips longing for that one she will kiss...

My friend for life in my soul you will dwell,
Even though our physical paths never mesh,
I fell in love with the illusion,
For in the end leads only to death

And she was gone...
Written by exvso8m1
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