It was a 3 am hunger that sent me to her lair
A petite little figure, enveloped with golden hair.
Her perfect curves lay beneath black satin spreads,
The aroma of lavender dances around her bed.
She belongs to fairy tales that I could never be,
Yet this beautiful princess is all I can see
I sit upon her darkened sheets so close to her embrace,
Softly I lean into her and kiss her milk white face.
Her lips of blush part silently as if to take me in,
She is more than my lover
My kith, my kin, my sin.
I place her hand of ice in mine; I’m started by the cold
With fingers hardened stiff, they cannot bend or mold.
In a craze I peel the sheets from her eternal grave
So horrifying the reality she cannot possibly be saved.
Self inflicted wounds parade upon her blood soaked skin,
Tears glimmer in her reddened eyes revealing pain within
A symphony is orchestrated within my broken soul
My love is lost, my queen of lust, my beautiful little girl
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Submission Name: Mind Drives
