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
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© 2015 Patrick B Vince
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