Cold prestine eving
Sliver moon gave the only light
Walking camly
Heart beating softly
Swishing legs
Through long black dress
Heels kicked off
Foot to foot
Slowly, ever so slowly
Perfectly obsevive
Hand brushes up against neck
Dress sashes down lean frame
Collapsed bun
Lush black and sleek
Hand Grasps Bath
Pale skins slips
Into pale
Victorean tub
Every move prethought
It has to go this way
Sword twist into grip
Glides across her neck
Fesh torn open
Blood seeps out
Waterfalling down her throaght
The tub now now filled
Of sin and filth
Of the hopless human soul
Finnally meeting calmness eye to eye
Lettting out and letting go
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