It's the eyes, the body tells lies, the mouth a seductive kiss, promising bliss... but that eye, what does it scry? It's a predators eye, it wants you to die, but not until it taste your fear you feel the breath upon your neck near the pain begins to sear away everything you hold dear the pleasure washes you away under forevermore their sway until you fail or bore them true and you fall to ground drained and blue.
Subject: it's the eyes 
Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:46 pm