The Allure
The ghostly beauty
Sears the flesh
It burns the very soul
I can't take the pain
You know what you do
To me it seems
I can't face the mirror
I see the reflection
Of what you have done
No one can resist
The ghostly beauty
Of the undead.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI've decided to move all my poetry to this magic little group...if you are looking for any of that creepy stuff.
