Robbie The RabbitMature

Those mocking eyes, alight with something that isn't

Life, but darker anticipation, in the ruins of

Slaughtered innocence.

A playful expression marred by spatters of



This wasteland rots beneath a bloodied

Rust; bloodlust, and rabid desire.

Drag around the victims of this otherworldly

Hell; until your soft colours are soaked through crimson.


Eyes roll too wide in a tilted head, invoking further mental


Spread around the entrails of nightmares.


The End

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