Midnight Sacrifice


It belongs to her
On top of this crimson mess of terror
Lies her body
Numb and lifeless
Unable to respond to any living being
Death
Is her mind
Death
Is her heart
Death
Is her soul
A shell of emptiness rests coldly in her bed of eternal slumber
Morticians go towards her
She is neither dead nor alive
Eyes of pale death
Gaze upon what will be her meal
And offering to the gods to maintain her immortality
A product of demons she has become
Ready to feed
Waiting for the perfect specimen for the sacrifice

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