My blade
My blade
unsheathed it breaths the mist of blood spiking an aroma,
and foaming,
at the creases,
of my smile while eyes dialated
I'm thirsty,
and only the lack of mercy fills me as I gore through and kill three more
chopped and robbed of life I smuggle the souls and grow more with insanity
that my blade intact inducing a swift slash and hacks off the head
I've made a fallen soldier bed
pitting the body organs splitting I rip through the flesh
as the test of time is alloted
unsheathed it breaths the mist of blood spiking an aroma,
and foaming,
at the creases,
of my smile while eyes dialated
I'm thirsty,
and only the lack of mercy fills me as I gore through and kill three more
chopped and robbed of life I smuggle the souls and grow more with insanity
that my blade intact inducing a swift slash and hacks off the head
I've made a fallen soldier bed
pitting the body organs splitting I rip through the flesh
as the test of time is alloted