Your eyes are full of deep and scaring dark,
I'm not that strong to look away from it.
A feeling strikes my body with a spark.
I need both light and dark. So I am split.
And longing for temptation of this depth,
Bewitched, not wishing to be fetched away,
I know: you're Dark. You're Evil. You are Death.
But that is where my heart would like to stay.
/24.07.2014/
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© Copyright: Араманда Ариэль, 2014
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