1, 2, 3 ....
with boyish enthusiasm I walk
stealthy and ready to shoot.
Around every corner, catch a thought, a trick
under each scale to be unmasked,
beyond any curtain to reveal a mysterious voice.
No chase, no worries,
before something say, 'den'
I'll be there for the deadly embrace.
A smile, loving vivisection of my heart, mind euthanasia. Now that I think
not really hide .....
..... is more like something good.
With a thirst for blood can not flow
smile at the moon and, with his tongue, I stroked her canines.
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