Psycho Circling
There's a psycho at work
Sniffing out my bleeding
Feeding on a carnage
To reopen the wounds
A vulture with road kill
Indulging in a pain
She can never feel
She enjoys victims
There wreckage to steal
What a sick mind
To play that kind of sign
I know her game
I don't play the same
I will heal
Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016
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