Underneath the MaskA Poem by xzinickamillana
Her eyes burn in wisps.
Flesh steams uncontrollably. Black hands reach out desperately, DON'T BURN ALONE! Covered with all the precious of this world, Scream of a fallen angel, No pupils in those raven eyes, Those eyes behind her ivory mask, Those soulless eyes. Why shall she not rest? Thy is the mother, Thy is the Queen of Parasites, Of death... Vengeance is her name. Her body of flames, Her bloody lips, And her white hair of luminescence! Oh, hell thy mother, For all her secrets, forever stay, Underneath the Mask © 2018 xzinickamillana |
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Added on January 22, 2018 Last Updated on January 22, 2018 Author
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