The blood dripping on my white shirt...
Shone like a glass with a ruby on.
Honey on my lips and blade on fingertips...
I cut open your insides to feel more.
Admiring the anatomy and smiling at the flowerbed...
I lick the honey on my lips and the blade on my finger tips.
Have you gone insane, you ask?
Maybe or maybe not.
Who can tell?
It is not you anymore.
It more of you than you ever were.
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