Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Killer WebRing

Her long black hair hangs down
Covering her face
Her little blue dress is torn and tattered
Her soul? There is no trace
She watches from the shadows
Everywhere you go
Leaving a trail of water
On the carpets and the floors

The first time that you see her
It is already too late
Once you are chosen by her
Death has sealed your fate

She watches you from the shadows
You hear her footsteps down the hall
She only speaks to echo you
When you're in her darkened thrall

She watches you for just a week
And then your soul is hers    
In the dark of night
When you're all alone
She will come to make things worse.

You made a deal with the devil
When you clicked on "I agree"
Although nobody warned you of the horrors
You would see  

But somewhere in the fine print  
You signed your life away
Another victim of the website
That takes your soul in seven days

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