Thursday, January 19, 2012

Noir

Crimson pools swirl 'round and 'round
danger calls from deep within
struggling with a strangled sound,
threatening to pull me in.
Blood red shadows dive inside
dancing with the devil's tongue
Beware! there hides a strong riptide
upon which captured souls are strung...
I feel their heated, whispered breath
caress my wicked, lonely skin
Forgive me, this may be my death
I'm sinking, slowly, lost in sin.

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