Hunting Vacuum

Speaking to the clock "tick-tock..tick-tock..." The Cold breeze whispered in her ears: "Kill and I will clot.. Like a cherry on top, Thou shall suck the ruptured spleen Taste of blood, thine eyes shall gleam.." She grinned in mockery of their fears: "yes Master! I read your chimes, In my alleys, wisdom sublimes Into the smoke, of a stale corpse My rhymes are written in ruby drops.." Night has fled beneath her eyes And there, she stood by her prey: Thorough, and her hair was dark Conscience seldom would embark Her psyche, she had no doubt Loved the redness on her pout.. The glee that death had given her Made her fly into the azure, Choice of knives, Choice of lives, Or raw, she liked her meal Broken bones, With fleshy robes Alive! It made her feel: Fingers dripping blood, She licked the floor.. For more, Poor prey! she kept it still As she devoured to the heart.. The Cold Air embraced her in a passionate kiss.. Esctatic shiver in the icy trance, She had her dessert: Eyes that lolled on the couch, She plucked, as per her divine vouch, Time had passed, without a glance.. She leaves the night for the damned Until hungry again.