Watching the lights flicker and pass by,
sitting upon that crooked neon sign
passing judgement on lower beings.
Waking up, with blood smeared on rosy cheeks
temptation was undeniable, her fear, mouthwatering
and her blood as delicious as her face.
Bodies on the wall like artwork
soft, pale skin, a canvas for the thick red paint,
bubbling beneath her surface.
Licking today's masterpiece off dirty fingers.
Drinking from a trusted glass, filled with sweet poison,
the euphoric taste of a bitter victim's revenge.
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