rabid reader
08-26-2007, 11:29 AM
They never know do they?
When I paint my skin,
They think I am one of them.
They think I’m their kin.
I know to be vain, and what to say.
I know their secrets that they hide.
I am their focus, their gem.
Through temptation I am Hell’s guide.
O’ the rolling hills do see,
The holes, and the truth.
The opinionated vineyards,
Know that I’ll never be Ruth.
They will always know me,
Through my never dying youth.
I am safe in my protect of guards.
Safe from nature’s tooth.
I am a Succubus of temptation.
I sit here nude and knowing.
I must never return to nature.
For hell is where we’re going
I am pure of mark or adaptations.
It is my purity that is unholy.
Love me and your soul will fracture.
I feed on the unclean, souly.
When I paint my skin,
They think I am one of them.
They think I’m their kin.
I know to be vain, and what to say.
I know their secrets that they hide.
I am their focus, their gem.
Through temptation I am Hell’s guide.
O’ the rolling hills do see,
The holes, and the truth.
The opinionated vineyards,
Know that I’ll never be Ruth.
They will always know me,
Through my never dying youth.
I am safe in my protect of guards.
Safe from nature’s tooth.
I am a Succubus of temptation.
I sit here nude and knowing.
I must never return to nature.
For hell is where we’re going
I am pure of mark or adaptations.
It is my purity that is unholy.
Love me and your soul will fracture.
I feed on the unclean, souly.