Porcelain Demon
All day, All Night
He lies awake
Waiting, Seeking
For little ones
Exuberant, Naïve
They are unsure
Terrified, scared
He’s ready to kill
Poised, Hungry
They walk towards him
Gaily--- Stupefied
They shriek and run
As they see the
Eyes.
Teeth.
Skin.
Nails.
Eyes dark as orbs
Dilating,
Craving for their
Blood.
Soon enough they
Reach their Demise.
And the Demon
Wins Yet Again.
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