Oh, do not scream, my precious boy
Nobody will hear you
You are my little toy
Continue if you must
Your flesh looks pale
I must tame the beast
Please, my sweet, eat your peaches and kale
You're much too weak to feed the hunger
Father's here to stay, little one
Your crimson so sweet
One more bite and we'll be done
You're much too young to join me, but soon, my sweet.
Eat your apple
We must not involve the human doctor if you fall ill
Would you rather pineapple?
Do not disobey if immortality you wish to obtain.
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
