Red like blood upon floor
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Your heart red blood slashed against that door
Pure pain can make or break a soul.
Your body without a heart, a hole.
Its stronger than an instinct
A ticking clock
Whos tick grows from tick to a tock
A tock whos echo thunders the blood i push to flow
The more she feeds, the hungrier she will grow.
The smell of your skin works like a charm
Sedated she will do no harm
I Pray that as i cum u do not see
That sweet and deadly being in me