3 September 2012
Crystal skin, As smooth as glass, Hair so thick, A wanton mass.
Wanton eyes, Pursed, plump lips, Dang'rous curves, Swaying hips.
Bite your lip, A little more, Until it bleeds, Until it's sore.
And suddenly... She'll cling to you, She look at you, With eyes anew.
Your not a man, You're a meal, just blood, She'll feed on you, You'll be gone for good.
I've warned you now, But you won't heed, Once you see her...
Consumed With Need. Need.
This Is A Warning. • Opuss № I