The Soulless


Death, Death

She whispers.

Her eyes wide open,

Come closer.

Oozing liquid Amber,

Devil’s gold.


Blood red lips.

Sweet little pink tongue,


Graze her Porcelain neck lovingly,

with your lips.


under Smooth pearly white flesh.

Look closer.

Mr. maggot says, hello.


She screams.

Her insides are growing worms,


Disease and darkness.

A pit of evil.

Her smile dazzles

doesn’t it?

Her laugh tinkles.

Her breath warms your skin.

Doesn’t it?

Her outside betray nothing.

Tread carefully.



In a hollow tree.

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