The Massacre

Her frame conflagrates into ashes.. As the prevaricator’s vapid orb digs into her innocent soul Burning with dark desires.. He cajoles her with a mind that incessantly conspires The ghosts from the massacre follows him.. As he leaves a trail of slaughtered dreams behind the radical whim The callous Massacre of innocent adoration.. Leaving behind all the lovers with great lamentation The lust galore.. as the naked ghosts moan and slithers across the eel.. Oozing the fetid slime as it loiters its way through caves to steel Blood starts oozing out from her crushed emotion.. Please seal this.. lest it turns into a putrid potion She’s dead! And his cold slender finger slides right for another Massacre..