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Skin of ivory velvet, Eyes as soft as the moon light.
But as fierce as the eyes of a snake.
Walking through the darkness of the night.
The heart of hers he did take.
The velvet cloak dragging up the dirt behind her.
Perfection at it's finest.
But perfection wasn't enough.
The dragon inside made a stir.
The blade, hung high, awaiting its fresh taste of crimson rain.
She knew she wouldn't feel pain
Heels clicking on the wooden stairs to deal her fate at the top.
Where heavens eyes watched, And the demons below stirred.
Emotionless, loveless, was fate to cruel to deal.
Arms strapped tightly around her wrists.
Moving her hands, simply twisting
Her emotions causing a commotion
Her heart set, was made of devotion
Silky soft hair, cut falling to the ground
Making no sound, strands of hair, shimmer; Her pride and heart he did take.
If he only gave her a chance, For her sake.
Now her head he did take.
Crimson liquid, Spilled between the cracks of wood. In the hair of mother nature, it would be lost. Like the winters first frost, the plants with crimson they where glossed.
Take me to the guillotine sweet Romeo

Description
Skin of ivory velvet, Eyes as soft as the moon light.
But as fierce as the eyes of a snake.
Walking through the darkness of the night.
The heart of hers he did take.
The velvet cloak dragging up the dirt behind her.
Perfection at it's finest.
But perfection wasn't enough.
The dragon inside made a stir.
The blade, hung high, awaiting its fresh taste of crimson rain.
She knew she wouldn't feel pain
Heels clicking on the wooden stairs to deal her fate at the top.
Where heavens eyes watched, And the demons below stirred.
Emotionless, loveless, was fate to cruel to deal.
Arms strapped tightly around her wrists.
Moving her hands, simply twisting
Her emotions causing a commotion
Her heart set, was made of devotion
Silky soft hair, cut falling to the ground
Making no sound, strands of hair, shimmer; Her pride and heart he did take.
If he only gave her a chance, For her sake.
Now her head he did take.
Crimson liquid, Spilled between the cracks of wood. In the hair of mother nature, it would be lost. Like the winters first frost, the plants with crimson they where glossed.
Take me to the guillotine sweet Romeo