The Possession
Model: Brooke Contovasilis
She was drawn towards darkness, as it called her in a whisper in the night
It caressed her soft pale skin as it promised her what she desired
She wanted things which were not written
She wanted things that were not meant for her
It promised her what her heart only imagined
Falling deeper into the trance, she was under it’s command
Dealt in reverse, the card of the moon
It was bitter, it caused her to shiver as her skin started to turn dull
She failed to let the light in as the darkness whispered her name once more
Her reflection was no longer there
As she found herself floating in the air
Her eyes, a temple to her lost soul yet it was to late to go back home
She was only but a puppet now, with false hope and broken promises
Trapped in her own body, battling her own mind
Was it just an illusion, was it her fear deep inside?
She looked back in the mirror as she no longer whispered
She spoke clearly as she grinned, ” Nice eyes..”
Poetry written by Julez of ev36.com
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