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Sleeping with Vertigo

The werewolf sharpens his claws
Like the falling leaves
He sharpens his claws
With the name of an angel
He sharpens his claws

From
The depths of madness masked in sanity
He
Was the one who saved me

Touching the vessel of flesh my soul becomes water
A single breeze stirs the waters into a raging storm
Every time I think of him
I fell dizzy
Even in my dreams

His chest is like the warm earth
His eyes are like the forest at night
His voice is like a winter storm
His hands are like a black bed
And his form is like a shining silver lion

My one
My only
Prince

This poem is important to me because I picture myself as the prince, but I haven't found my princess that would this poem as must as I do. I need a little help with ask a friend out. Please comment or I shall kill you. ninja Just kidding! blaugh