NefariousDusk

   "She's going to be just like them," came a voice from the background of the morgue. "A dirty whore like her mother, and a deceptive trader like her father." This time the voice came with disgust and hatred; it was the mistress.     The little child in the other room laid just laid in her crib, with wondering eyes - amused by the simplest things.    The nurse and the Mistress walked in the room, and stood over the child, studying her.    "She's quite beautiful I must admit." The nurse touched the child's cheek and chuckled. "She looks kind of innocent."    The other Mistress q

I'm afraid to look at you Cause I'm scared you might see me too... I know, When you look into my eyes You will see who I really am I wish that I could be yours. But sadly I see, That that can never be For you and I will never meet I am not an angel. I am just a stranger. I don't want to be afraid, But my eyes just show the pain. I wish I weren't invisible, For I wish that you could see me too, the way that I see you. Misery, is all I feel When I think about you. Slowly, I begin to fade... Again Only cause you looked at me.

You've forsaken me one more time, To the dusk, were we once laid. Your hand upon my face, For the passion it threw my way. For the wind, it whispered, All my sanity away. I lost my self to you, In your arms were lust blew. Cold, I stood there When you left me The thunder, it struck hard, Throwing me off to the ground again, Were I laid, once more but this time, I was alone. I have fallen.