February 13th
Sharp teeth incising my neck,
It's uncontrollably going on trek,
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite,
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,
Already,my fore limbs are choped off by his sharpened dagger,
His enlogated nails are pluging off my eyes,
"Return no more",
The assassin said within an uproar,
"I'm February 13th from stapled territory crowned to cause demean,
Ruling with hatched and mingled sin,
Tyranically subbed to configure false traits,
When I'm done with you,...you'll be left a constraint,
Your intenstines would be taken out through your palms,
And you'll respect my day before the red day comes.
Well,my speech is less painful than my well boiled harms,
So take it fast before life in you is gapped.
See you later when I return with heavy club."
Copyright © ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES | Year Posted 2018
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