Fear of death had long been my companion but
Somehow these decadent angels made it sound more appealing
And yet a cold grip of unease snaked up my spine
Virtue is their well planned guise
Hard to see through yet I knew something was so very wrong
Running so hard acid burning through my lungs and veins
Intuition screaming for me to flee
The petite blonde angel calling my name in the most luscious way
"Do not run little girl. Everyone should be so lucky as you to have us come"
"These are things they pray for yet we offer them unto you sweet juicy child"
I streaked through the neighbor's yard, in the dead of three a.m.
Flying above they keened on cruelly taunting me for my frail human form
Tempting me with secret desires and unnamed longings
They could not be as they seemed, few things are
I slipped in a wet patch of mud and tumbled into a bush
So close to jumping the fence I'd been,
Trilling a cry of miserable victory -
As one they converged on my twitching form
Slowly they plucked away my life in insane torture
Their gleaming claws red with my freshly spent blood
Surely oblivion would wash over me and blot out what was to come next
I was not so lucky, and angels these were not
But instead wretched demons out to play during the demonic witching hour
Seven souls they were dispatched to drag into the fiery pits of Hell this night
And every night before and if they have their wicked way every night yet to come,
Tonight I was number seven
...to be continued...
That's part 2 in it's entirety [originally from May 05, 2007].
~ Christina Nabity
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