The Orchidthe hunt never tires, as victims fall into playi have found her she is slaughtered at my nimble hand later i lay to disperse my final fears dreams sever my concentration she haunts me still like a shadow i run to her body a hand thrusts upward, inward i cower within and gaze through my blackened heart devastation pain now a cry rips through the night my cry i sit beside my life a bead of sweat forms she releases me now I rot beside her into an unforgiving oblivion Copyright 2003 Thanatos |