Lisence 2 kill

Glistening pink intestines,
Spilling from her jagged wounds,
Strips of skin still clinging to it,

A skull,
Her skull,
Is too numb,
Is too slow...

She has tasted my venom,
Her blood is still dripping form my fangs,
Ive pierced in to her,
I've become a serpent,
And Im eyeing my prey-Myself...

P.S.Ive written this poem in accordance with myself...i feel like this....i know its a part of my imagination...!!!but still....its my life...i want u to plz comment and rate my life..thanks