she calls,
her voice slaying light and giving birth to darkness,
whispers,
softly,tormenting you into a non existing slumber,
her music ,mercieless,independant,alone.
her eyes , as she lies beside you, they show you a non existing world ,
where the dammed are are bound and forced to flow, for your non existing pleasure,
her hair strangling you into a non existing silence,
it's unbareable,
yet she just stares, boring, melting her way to your core.
she crys, calls you,
through the mists of non existing time. |
Submission Name: her non existing call
