Bad Blood
A dark shadow was shivering,
Holding a knife with a dripping blood on right hand.
Black eyes started to see dim things,
Made her feel even better and stronger.
Multiple wounds on man’s body,
A luscious smile after taking his breath.
Felt the rush moving through her veins,
Said she’s not pretty insane.
Blood scattered everywhere.
It ran perilously on floor
As her white dress tried to cover
The scented smell of man’s flesh in the closet.
Crows were circling at hollow black skies.
Heavy thunders were applauding her night.
Showering blood of life all over her body
Her dark ritual was filthy and mushy.
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