He was so still, as frozen
tough he was alive,
his rough skin had color
of mud and rain with dust,
his eyes looking
helplessly obsessed
by the taste of fresh blood,
mirrors of the prey -
like ancient God of Evil,
master of the Nile,
he swam calmly hidden
in the mud and sand...
His open mouth -ready
to **** had sharpness of knife,
A little girl in pink came
in front of his sight,
looking with curiosity
his deep empty eyes,
"Can i take him at home, papa"
she almost cried...
'he isn't alive now, sweetie,
he is just -- paralyzed"
-nour-
June-013
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
He was so still, as frozen
tough he was alive,
his rough skin had color
of mud and rain with dust,
his eyes looking
helplessly obsessed
by the taste of fresh blood,
mirrors of the prey -
like ancient God of Evil,
master of the Nile,
he swam calmly hidden
in the mud and sand...
His open mouth -ready
to **** had sharpness of knife,
A little girl in pink came
in front of his sight,
looking with curiosity
his deep empty eyes,
"Can i take him at home, papa"
she almost cried...
'he isn't alive now, sweetie,
he is just -- paralyzed"
-nour-
June-013
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