sword my meal
*sword my meal*
my big popping eyes
reddish swallow its norm
more of a giant i am
blocks...my muscles
miasmas is what am used to
hard black heart my portion
inhumanity is part of me
yes am wild
i like seeing blood
vengeance is contained in my veins
i love piercing much more
running swords through all about me
anger is my true definition
pools of blood.....they taught me
my demons taught me
i am a murderer
ignorant to hurting yells
begs of release
am deaf....cant hear ur cries
scars i wanna put on ur face
and toss my knife on ur skull
all i want to see is cuts
i wanna pierce and roast ur flesh tonight
@joycoppyz
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