Tuesday, 15 November 2011

The Girl who Murdered Hope

Suffocating deep within her woven web of lies,
He’s gasping, begging for the truth, 
and falls, defeated by her mocking eyes.
He’s hypnotised, and like trapped, waking butterflies,
Words stir inside him - words he cannot verbalise.
And yet 

He is elated, elevated by her gaze,
By her sweet sardonic mind, found in an endless, frightful maze
He’s drowning in confusion, lost inside the foggy haze
That surrounds his soul and body; lures him in, in full embrace. 

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