Sinstress

 

She is the monster of your nightmares,

Her pale hands grasps for you,

And her blood red lips sneer at you.

Come closer, she only wants to play with you.

 

Her piercings glittering in the moonlight,

As she dances among the graves.

Her eyes may always be closed,

But  she knows where you are.

 

You can almost hear her morbid thoughts,

Thinking of what grotesque things she could do to you.

Her beautifully gothic head turns to face you,

She can sense your fear.

 

Her black dress glides across the floor,

As she silently moves towards you.

You take your last breath,

As Sinstress takes your life for her own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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