Talking (when she crossed ove she was just a ship, but when she came back she was alive. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to anothe dimention. A dimention of pure chaos, pure evil)
She lies in
my heart
with her beauty I am
shamed
captivating the veins

a
figment distorted in my
brain
with a cold winter
kiss
she offers me this,
this
spiritual mess
in my heart
her
beauty preys on my soul
my
cravings she fulfills
her image
she must boast
parading in my
mind