09 May 2015

Cold Blooded

Liquid nitrogen in my veins
hence why I don't feel anything
can't yank my chain or pull my string
while I'm surrounded by remains
I'm painted red all crimson stained
come now darling what did you bring
children fingers and fairy wings
or maybe my favorite chilled brains
Alas here she comes my beating heart
I felt the salivation start
as a sudden fear filled her eyes
she held the sent of a purebred
She didn't have a chance to cry

with a twist of my hands she's dead

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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