There Is Some Hate Behind Every Pupil
There is some hate behind every pupil-
Hidden by the warm smiles in your eyes.
You shake my Hand with all bliss
And embrace me like a mother-
But there is some evil buried in your thoughts.
The soft sweaty hands
Will soon transform to iron
the very smile to Murder-desire-
Then will I understand
That there was but murder
Cooking in your very veins...
Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2013
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