Those mocking eyes, alight with something that isn't
Life, but darker anticipation, in the ruins of
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.