Her flawless porcelain skin.
Covered in the splattered blood of the world.
Oh, how marvelous her eyes!
I will always hold them dear to my heart.
I hear the slight whimper and cry
Of the fresh flesh exposed to the cold air.
Don't worry little one.
You will be home soon.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Her flawless porcelain skin.
Covered in the splattered blood of the world.
Oh, how marvelous her eyes!
I will always hold them dear to my heart.
I hear the slight whimper and cry
Of the fresh flesh exposed to the cold air.
Don't worry little one.
You will be home soon.
