DEATHS

           Beware of the little girl in a loop of the dream you thought you will never see. Catch the glimpse of the red rose she’s holding. For your fate is in its wing. A camera that foresees for death is in your way. Wish or die in a well of death and hell. 

           Don’t dare to look or temp to see. An evil eye that brought a spear, in death will seek the blood of wickedness and a drop of tear lies the hell of your death.

A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul. 

           Count one to three don’t dare to see a tempting hunger yet to be. For gluttony is there for you to seek. A mouth of death you will end up being. Deadly sin is upon your way and the only thing for you to live a camera she treasures so dearly.

           Don’t dare steal anything you want and see, for that hand of yours will surely drag you down in an endless pit. A pit of nothingness where your deepest fear aside and in the end, you will desire to die.

           You are the light that represents the sun, and she is the dark that represents the moon. Please do not trust him that much, for in that loop you both choose is a hell that ends you be dead.

           Dare to be alone? Think twice or you will end up hearing him, walking in your direction, stealing your only life, for a soul he wanted death will upon you.

           Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they will come at the stroke of midnight creeping their way unto you. Don’t dare to look under your bed, for they will come at the top of your head.

           Kiss him now and end up both dead for your lust is one of the sins that will complete the circle of undying death. Fear now or you will see the heart you both bears will surely complete the spell.

           You don’t believe in bad luck? Think twice and reconsider for your life lies in a black cat that the bell rings is the only way for you to live. Find him or you will lose the life in the blood of bath.

           Dream, dream sweet beautiful maiden, dream of a wonderful dream, but if you wake up a priest beside you, headless and poor, will take what’s left of you.