If love were a t-shirt,
stereotype would color it red...

I capture your brethren,
Their sadistic discharge...

Life, displayed for children,
Is an abundance of happiness...

I sweep the floors of a hollow house
eerie air breathes a sonnet...

Cauldrons, witchcraft, a mummy unraveled
A desire in my eyes bigger than such delights...

I am proud of the disfigured image in your mind,
A mix between a vomit smell and a chilly air...

I whispered the words in my mind,
Fantasizing your reaction...

Taking blood as a hobby,
Evolving into a paranormal encounter...

Immaculate, I wipe the knife
Another scar, the second time...

Friends, supremacy, possessions infamous
Detritus and swelled within the blue...

A full moon,
A howling prowler...

The small, insignificant hand
Slides down the protective glass...