Apr 2014
Consumer of hearts,
You eat them alive.
They beat as they trudge down your throat.
Your prisoners
climb and attempt to escape.
You are ruthless.
Cold-blooded.
I should know.
You have mine.
You eat them alive.
They beat as they trudge down your throat.
Your prisoners
climb and attempt to escape.
You are ruthless.
Cold-blooded.
I should know.
You have mine.
Like this for the heart to turn red.
