Pale, but pure.
I saw through those eyes to her soul.
She pierced my pain, with a 10 gauge hole.
If she bore razors for fingers, Id let her sever my flesh.
And id bathe in grain alchohol , to serve her any wish!
Pale, but pure.
SHe compels my spirit, like a snake charmers call.
Removes my hate, makes my chains suddenly fall.
I pray to her, like a heretic undercover.
I destroy any trails to that alter, so no one can discover.
Those pale, but pure eyes had me hooked from the jump.
Blindly I followed, into walls with lumpy THUMPS!
All by my hand...she never carressed me rough.
If this all isnt right...THEN slap on the cuffs!!!!!!!!!!!!
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