Little Miss Malice
By darkcoldplace
beautiful miss malice
the blood on your perfect lips
death lust
overcomes your face
the way you rip and tear flesh
bones break in
your pretty hands
the last breathe has been drawn
i love you,
little miss malice
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Copyright 2009 Ivan Darkhardt
Published on Monday, October 5, 2009.
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"Poetry"