She is seething. She is red.
Senseless anger and grating nails.
An angry spirit, screaming dead.
Claws seething, restless blood.
It is blood she wants.
A wanton killer
For want of taunts
And cruelty at large display.
Hungry for pain and despair,
Desperate for begging
Crying for air
From twisted chokes.
She would blacken their blood
And their goddamn name.
And joyously corrupt
And laugh and cut...
Then the red will run free.
And their sobs will be ground
Into pathetic dust with glee.
Stupid souls into callous sand.
Goodnight she grins
To those creatures of disgust.
Sleep uneasy in the bins
Where you hideous things belong.
