Simmer

Rage simmers just below the surface girl in black stalks the night blade in hand cut words deep pace along the waters edge heed the singing of the dead. Mask slips red eyes glare forever seeing in a deathly stare stars in light the darkest night demons do their biding sacrifice bleeds white light upon the alter of the wicked spinning men. Teeth sharp snap and snarl tick tock little hippity hop slips through your ring of fire to sing you a song about your broken fucking clock thumps his leg flips his paw top hat on his head tick tock you ain’t never coming back.

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