Turning around again
To watch another white turn to black
Gently tugging on it
Wanting to get rid of it

It's another moment
A kind of dread
A type of horrible
An overkill

...Tug
...Tug
...Pull
...PULL!
Rip..!

Blood dripped from the end
Drip drip drip
It was suppose to hurt
But it didn't... really...

It didn't really hurt...



*The Little Fallen Angel