Writhing in a corner, she maintains her composure.
A tap on her shoulder, a whisper in her ear,
"Why hello darling, it has been over a year,
Let's get reacquainted shall we?
How about right here?"
Icy fingers down her throat, find her heart,
Break it, and make her choke.
Icy fingers up her spine, move fast,
Travel to her wrists,
The delicate hands he had so come to miss,
He left them shaking, from his kiss,
Gripping them, in his deathly grasp.
Is there an escape near?
Her self control, her reassuring thoughts,
Now they aren't so clear.
She heads towards the door,
Maintain your composure, is that too much to ask for?
She turns the knob, yet falls to the floor,
She gets up again, her echoing footsteps falling,
She won't get away, for she hears Fear calling.
Out of oxygen now, her color drains.
The demon crawls over, bound her in chains.
With growing amusement, he watches her face,
As she slowly comes to realize,
That she will lose this race.
