Pass me the Axe and lets start hacking that stubborned skull
presented, there it is pink as ever, desperate as ever
Gasping, Its GASPING! for some of those lucky succulent blood
wearing its coat of hidden frames, all afraid to let go.. to let go... I cant let go.
"It's terrified".. i know.
watching from bird eyes to the deadly hollow corpse of Mona Lisa
Oh sweet Mona Lisa..
How the boys want you..
How they need you,
and how he wants to undress you, flicking off cotton
To tear at those curves
to fondle.
Loving all over
he leaves marks of blood,
closer to the surface crying for more
slowly but surely he lowers..
but this is where it hits him.
There he lay's.. across her,
one blow from caving in..
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