These eyes,
spill dark secrets,
a venomous soul
lost in seas of evil.
Trembling,
I crash to my knees,
as this reflection,
reveals a satanic heart.
And though i try,
I cannot hide,
from myself.
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These eyes, spill dark secrets,
Trembling, I crash to my knees,
reveals a satanic heart.
And though i try, from myself. Author notes35 words: A contest entry
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