Her hand grips me tighter
As I struggle for breath.
She wraps her fingers around
My fragile neck.
She places her head on top of mine
And whispers in my ear.
A takes her legs
And pins me to the ground.
Her eyes stare directly
At mine.
Cold as death.
And her heart can be seen
Through her pale chest.
Her soul whisps upwards
Towards to ceiling fan
That's spinning a moderate pace
Over my drowning head.
Her finger nails tap the table
Waiting for response.
And her hair it flicks across my face
Irritating choice.
And it's her breath that sends
The shivers down my spine.
As she whispers in my ear
Those fading lyllabyes.
I wish she would just leave me
Scuttle off home
Where she can be alone.
In a closet is my mind
And outside the door is my sense.
I didn't mean to cry
Or yell
Or say those things I said.
Sometimes it just happens
But I swear it's not me.
It's like something else,
Someone else,
Takes a hold of me.
She'll never let me forget,
I call her Lady Regret.
Those piercing eyes could sell a soul
Or make mine far too blunt.
Author notes
I say things I shouldnt say sometimes. Or do things I shouldnt do...
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At least her fingernails don't pierce the skin like Lady Guilt.
Iuno if its my wild imagination or not, but the imagery was beautiful/scary in my head. Like a super model with a big knife, only a little different.
She wore a little yellow dress, and it contrasted stronly against her black hair and eyes. Her hair was also wet, and she smiled a lot.
But don't worry Sam. We all say things we wish we didn't, but we just have
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yeah, damn that Lady Guilt. My Lady Regret never lets me forget, but I swear she makes me do it, just to see my reaction...
She's kinda like a creepy snow white person...
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