Pure kill.
I pull out the shivering...

You started parenting
a blitz...

Flesh by flesh
bone by bone...

Dancing on the trembling
flames, virtually...

A dynamic kill,
when you start crystal...

The horror of you in
lesser light, when you took...

With silver spoon, I
cannot eat your words...

You cannot bisect
the darkness...

Your face swims like
a myth...

Numerical death
walks quietly in the ruins...

Facing the music
of intrigues, the cuckoo...

The end of night had left
a bloody trail...