The Exorcist DollA Poem by SirenDead black eyes stare out of tilted head She is not sleeping in her bed Neck bent and twisted all askew Here comes the priest to make her new Covered in her cracked grey skin He romances out the demon within Tendrils of smoke seep from those eyes Where something beyond darkness lies Will she ever be human and free? Well dear, just you watch and see. © 2012 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on December 11, 2012Last Updated on December 11, 2012 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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