Bleed, my baby, bleed.
Step a little closer.
Come into my ring,
I won’t be any bother.
Tell me all your dreams,
Open heart to me.
I will consume your very self,
And I will eat with glee.
Do you see the clown?
Do you think me jester?
Come, my darling, come.
You soul will rot and fester.
I know the taste of hatred,
I find it very rich.
I love to bare my teeth…
You like my little speech?
Bleed, my baby, bleed
© Copyright: Эльза Фалькон, 2016
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