Sep 15, 2005 01:45
Hollowed,
cold,
immobile.
Her heavy breathing,
her labored beating
reaching the brea-
king point.
Ho-
hum.
You've watched with those
cold, unmoving eyes and
you're keeping track,
aren't you, boy?
Never let her out
of your sight, did you, boy?
Oh, you're so tricky.
So sly.
Oh,
boy.
You sneaky,
sneaky boy.